Rhodes's P.O.V
Fuck, I love New York. I always forget how much I love being here until I'm back again. I feel more in control here. I actually have an office space I can use, and I'm in a time zone that works well for communicating between all of the other hotel branches. It all just works here; sometimes I wonder why I left in the first place.
"We're here, Mr. Whitlock," my driver Ed says to me as he pulls up to the curb. I thank him quickly before climbing out and entering the restaurant. Holly, one of my mates from last night, has organized for us all to go out to lunch. We had quite the night last night; Robbie and James both got apocalyptically pissed, so I would be surprised if either of them showed up.
I spot Kate waiting at a small table and make my way over to her. She spots me as I approach and grins widely, standing up to greet me.
"Look at you, on time and everything," she tells me with mock enthusiasm. She has a drastically different look now than she did last night. Her blonde hair now sits up in a high bun, while her gray pencil skirt is much longer than the green dress she was wearing last night at dinner. She must be working today, though I guess real estate agents work whenever they can, especially in New York.
"I pride myself on being good with my time. The others can't be far away; I think we are going to need a bigger table," I reply, looking down at the small corner table she has been sitting at. She tilts her head to the side and sits back down in her chair anyway.
"No, it should be fine. It's just going to be us two for lunch, if that's all right. I just don't feel like we had a good chance to chat last night, you know?" She replies with a sweet smile, almost sickly sweet. I've got to hand it to her; she's clever to get me here in that way. She must have known that if she had asked for a one-on-one lunch, I probably would have made up an excuse, which I now have to.
"Sure, that's fine, but I can't stay long," I say politely and sit down in the chair opposite her. A perky, keen-eyed waitress wanders over with a set of menus. I wave away the one with food options and order myself a beer. I think I'll be needing alcohol to get through this lunch.