Vincent was lost in thought as he walked toward the meeting room and nearly ran into a couple of people. Not typical of him, he was usually very aware of things around him. He just felt really out of sorts at the moment. That woman, who was that woman? Yeah he heard Nadia say her name, figured she was the new assistant. The one that threw the coffee on him and made him late. Which was both fortunate and unfortunate.
Vincent had gotten there and found the man he was to meet with dead. He hadn't been dead long, but it was clear that Vincent had just missed what had happened. He knew who killed him. Octaviuos had a prefered way of killing others, painfully. He really loved though being the one to snap necks or take their head. Not always with a blade. A rage kill was written all over this one.