Irans intense gaze meets yours as you walk into the room his expression, as a stone. "Glad you could make it" he says factly his voice resonating with a gravity that fills the space between you. There are no welcoming gestures or softening of his demeanor.

"Please have a seat " he commands firmly his tone brooking no opposition. A coldness lingers in the room a caution that hangs in the air as you comply. His silence is palpable creating a tense atmosphere.