A modest entrance

Xerxes looked up at the Meridian Skyrise and was impressed. If nothing else it was a formidable and public image of Evenhet's power, both in human and vampire worlds. But, Xerxes knew it's purpose was more then just for appearences. The seat of Evenhet's power was housed in this very building and that alone was enough to awe the pragmatic man. Furthermore, he was well aware of the business dealings that ran through here each day, sustaining the large organization and even allowing it to thrive, escalating it to a status that rivaled some of the largest business and organizations of the world.

He took it all in stride though, knowing well the real security such power provided a person. In the end, it fell to the individual to take care of him or herself, as he himself and both learned and taught (For how many officials or other high-ranking members of the elite been layed low by one of Xerxes own knife blades or bullets?)

But, he thought wryly, he could think of few places that contained as many capable people as this building did.

And, so it was, that he step foot inside his new clan's headquarters.

'Temporarily,' he reiterated to himself. He was quite aware that Megan had done him a favor, perhaps for him but more likely for her and her clan, measuring Xerxes as an asset rather then a person, let alone someone special to her.

The Atrium was simultaniously intelligent, sexy, modern and yet comfortable. Xerxes imagined it had to do with the stark white interior and grand glass windows.

His dark skin had a warm glow from the dying light of the recently set sun; his dress was elegantly refined while maintaining the time's styles (the more tasteful ones he tended to think). This evening he wore a sleek black blazer with sexy lines and a distinct lack of a collar. Beneath this he wore a black tie over a deep red shirt. His black slacks were seamless and functional and he wore comfortable yet professional Doc Martin black leather shoes.

His face was well maintained but not devoid of facial hair, the short dark beard helped to shape and define his face. His eyes were nearly as dark as his hair which was medium length resting on the bottom of his neck. He smelled vaguely of an exotic spice, which was actually the scent of a native flower of his Persian home. His smile was friendly though his eyes told of a keen perception of his surroundings and a deep understanding of survival.

His pace was measured and confident while still maintaining the aire of respect and modesty as he approached the reception counter.

He spoke clearly with a pleasantly deep voice, "Good evening, I am Xerxes Asha and have recently spoken with Miss Björn. I really don't know where to go from here, but was told, as my admittance to Evenhet is a bit," he paused and smiled despite himself, "abnormal, I was to prove my worth so to speak."

He stood comfortably awaiting a response from whomever may be beyond the desk, though he had yet to see anybody yet. He doubted, knowing Megan, he was being left unattended, however. And with this assurance, he continued, "What steps should I take at this point?"