Currently, Thrax was heading to a private meeting at a restaurant the Union was establishing via a Belgardi subsidiary, Meltoc Luxuries Inc. Thus, the restaurant was called Meltoc's Lounge, named after the Duro who owned and operated the company as well as the restaurant. As Thrax walked past him, Meltoc shifted in a small bow and pointed them to the table, before Thrax finally sat down, the two guards disappearing.
"Did this Vasuki recieve the invitation, Meltoc?" Thrax asked, turning his calm, cold gaze to the Duro.
"Oh... yes... of course, sir, I made sure of it personally," Meltoc said, his voice as oily as any a matre'd should have.
"Good, pull up some Corellian wine for him, lets make this Vasuki feel comfortable, before we change his world," Thrax said calmly.
"Of course, sir"
Meltoc snapped his fingers and a server droid ran off as Omega Thrax sat alone in the empty restaurant, waiting for Vasuki.
Greed is Eternal