Benedict ordered an espresso and leaned back. "You haven't changed a bit, Xavier. Still surrounded by women, I see."
Xavier chuckled, shaking his head. "Haha! Spare me the pleasantries, buddy."
"So, what do you need from me?" Benedict asked, his eyes sharp.
Xavier smirked inwardly. He's quick, I'll give him that. "Oh? Can't a guy just catch up with a friend?"
Benedict didn't buy it. "I know you, Xavier. Now, get on with it."
Xavier sighed. There was no point hiding his intentions, but he had to be careful. Benedict might not admit anything if confronted directly.
"Do you know what happened to my scarf factory a while back?" he asked casually.
Benedict nodded and waved a hand. "Yeah, I heard it shut down suddenly. You should've put more effort into it. Such a waste of potential."
Xavier's teeth clenched as he cursed Finnick silently. My scarves were selling well. If it weren't for him, I'd still be running that business. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil.
