Lex had gotten a memo in his office, about a meeting with Wolfram and Hart's employees, clients, and allies. He had gotten the impression that this was certainly not a meeting he should pass up. Something was odd, though; he could have sworn he saw a young boy with red hair begging him not to go. It was kinda eerie.
But he was here now. He was clothed nicely, it was clear that Lex was a man of wealth and power. Perfectly ironed black slacks, a purple dress shirt, a dark suede jacket, with the obviously penny loafer shoes he walked in.
As he entered the room, he took a good look at those who had arrived before him. Then he walked over to grab himself a glass of Scotch and went to sit in one of the chairs at the table. "Hmm. Not bad." He nodded his approval and took a sip of his drink before setting it down.