Though he had been in power of his city for almost a month now, Cenric Blackwood was still forming his power structure around him. It wasn't that big of a surprise, he had only brought two primogen with him as well as his Sheriff and a few Hounds but he needed more. He needed the Camarilla to close ranks around him like they were supposed to - to leave their havens and take power like they were supposed to. Negotiations were in place to take over more of the city and more of the vampires under him and they were going slow, something he thought would have already been handled by now. Porter could only do so much and he was mostly involved with things that had to do with muscle while Sunni, his Ventrue primogen, had everything to do with his money while helping him keep an eye on their own clan. There were holes here and there but he wasn't going to advertise that for his enemies.
He and his Sheriff had complete trust between them, giving the Prince the power to pick some of the Hounds that would be his underlings. The more skilled the better and he had already had some that had come in, only to fizzle out under the pressure of Cenric's intimidation. It radiated off of him, like heat on a black top when he didn't have it in control and it showed just how much power he had in his disciplines. Being a Ventrue had always fit him, this forever thirty five year old who had wanted knowing but money and power since he was a child. His whole life had led up to this moment, all 812 years of it.
He was thinking over a request for embrace he had gotten earlier that night when his phone chirped behind him, blue eyes tracking to it immediately. He hadn't held his calls, no, but it was unexpected. He hadn't even heard his secretary's phone ring which meant it was a call straight to him. There were few that could do that and it intrigued him. He listened to the caller for a few moments before barking out an order in his usual manner, asking that the woman be sent up right away. Even with Porter in another part of the city, he didn't need the man right then, not to see a young vampire barely in the taste of her years. If she tried to hurt him, he could easily take her down without even killing her. It wasn't arrogance, just belief in his age, generation and greater power that had been cultivated over centuries of life.