These sort of business meetings were always the same, no matter if it took place in a smoke filled corner, and opium den, a street corner or an office - the partners showed up on time, made light talking with the liaison, didn't drink enough... and waited.
The liaison didn't wear a watch. Wearing a watch to this sort of meeting was a sign of weakness. The slinky red dress and glass of something that could questionably be called liquor were signs of strength, and as long as Elizabeth Park held her legs just so, no one would see the garter gunbelt... unless she wanted them to.
Small talk was just beginning to get uncomfortable when there was a knock at their private room in this particular Las Angelos restaurant. An eleven year old child popped in and rattled something off in an obscure dialect of Mandarin, and Elizabeth answered back flawlessly. Turning to the gathered business partners, she spoke in Korean: "He's here. Gentleman, allow me to introduce you to my supplier."
And she nodded at the door so the child could scurry out and escort her partner in.