Satisfied that Huaisang will be taken care of, Hands returns to his office and attends the rest of his appointments for the day. The apartment he stays in is relatively closeby and it's just as well since he's hardly ever available for sleep until the early hours.

Despite the late finish he's at the villa perfectly on time the next morning, his suit a beautiful navy pinstripe that was as expensive as it looks. He's holding onto a tablet as he walks in, stride every bit as confident as he feels given what a momentous day it's likely to be.

Wherever Huaisang may be, Hands has him brought to the more formal sitting room, sipping at a tiny espresso - not tea for now - with the smooth sounds of what sounds like forest noises playing ambiently through the sound system.

"Ah, good morning. How did you sleep?"