"The sooner he knows the situation we are in, the better," Lucien continued after Liam left.
Grey's expression remained troubled. "What if he refuses to join the cause?"
"Then we'll have to make him." Lucien said flatly, he had already resolved.
...
Kent sat in the upscale restaurant wearing casual three-quarter black shorts and a gray polo shirt, dark sunglasses perched on his nose despite being indoors. He gently cut small pieces of meat with his knife and fork, and put tiny chunks of it into his mouth.
Then, a formally dressed man entered the restaurant, scanning the room before spotting Kent. He wore a crisp white office shirt tucked into black pants, a red striped tie completing his professional appearance. An orange-colored file was clutched in his right hand as he approached Kent's table.
The man settled into the seat across from Kent, who paused his meal to take a sip of water. "Would you like anything?" Kent offered.
