Previously:

It was three days later since Isaac had discussed the Olympics with Diego. They had stayed up all night to finalise some kind of schedule for the upcoming year and what will and won't happen at the stables. Some things Diego full on declined, but some, he smiled and accepted them without breaking a sweat. Isaac was pleased.

"What are you doing, daddy?" A chirping, optimistic voice sounded from somewhere below the brunette. Isaac looked down, gently patting his daughter's head.

"Plotting, sweetie."

"Pl-plotting? What does that mean?" Viv chirped, hanging on his arm.

"Daddy's got a big brain full of big ideas, Viv." Isaac replied, smilling. "Plotting means putting the ideas together and making a big tasty cake out of them."

Vivian looked up at him with endless confusion, Isaac had to take a mental photo of that. "How's that even possible, dad. You can't make a cake out of an idea, you silly."

Isaac huffed out a genuine laugh and patted her once more. Vivian looked deep in thought for a moment, her brows coming together as she was trying to imagine how could that possibly work.

"I want cake." She said finally, letting go of her father's arm. Isaac winked at her.

"You have to be a good girl then." His phone ringed then and his mind snapped back into business mode again. "Vivian, I have something important to do now, you can go, prank Sam if you want."

"But Sam is a meanie!" Vivian pouted, frowning back at her dad.

Isaac grinned, taking the phone out of his pocket. "Then it's a challenge for you to make him laugh, isn't it."

Vivian took a moment to think about it before nodding and lifting up her nose in an accepting manner. "Okay, but I still want the cake."

As she ran off, Isaac finally pushed a button on his phone, lifting it up to his ear.

"Yes?"

"They're here." Diego's voice sounded through the connection and Isaac had to smile for himself. It's on.

"I'm at the balcony, send whoever wants to speak to me upstairs, will you?"

"Understood." Diego replied and the phone buzzed off.

The Fallen Angel boss smirked, hiding his cell phone and leaning on the balcony wall. He had the papers there, the contracts, everything. Everything was on the move and he had been pleased with himself. Everything was going smoothly. Last he had to do now was having this talk.

Damon felt some wind of change in FAS' atmosphere that maybe the new boss brought with him. He stepped on the balcony and was eager to finally meet that guy who dared to run such a successful stable all of sudden. "Good evening sir, glad we could arrange this meeting" he was hiding a grin, of course he was excited about the upcomming happenings.

Isaac tilted his head, giving a slight smile as he pushed himself off the wall, walking up to meet the other man half way. "Isaac Lorraine," He introduced himself, offering a hand. "So am I, so am I. I Hope you haven't had any trouble on the way here?"

"Damon Rodriguez, pleasure to meet you" he shook his hand and kinda scanned his eyes in hope he'd figure out what kind of man Isaac is "Not at all, it is almost getting rather comfortable to come to FAS, surely not the first time. Thank you for the invitation. Excuse my partner, he is about to check out those Angel Warmbloods everyone is talking about lately"

Isaac chuckled at the remark. "Angel warmbloods? Now that's a name for them I'll have to note down. It's a fitting one indeed." He walked back to the wall, leaning his back on it again. He glanced at Damon, then at the papers by his hand and tapped them with his fingers. "He's excused as long as you're the one who's gonna be in charge of the paper talk. Now the biggest question," He sighed at that and looked Damon dead in the eye. "is if you're absolutely sure that you and your stable wants to do this. The event is a big one, obviously, it's going to be a lot of stress, work and of course, money. If it wasn't for the situation Fallen Angel is in, I wouldn't have to bring this upon someone else's shoulders."

He joined Isaac and listened closely, he was very sure RPS could handle an event of this size and nodded determined. "We are glad carrying along the torch this year, it will be an honour, but also a challenge to do the perfection justice that FAS brought up last year. I can assure you tough, we will gather a crew of responsible partners as well to make everything run smoothly". He smiled "will make it easier for your stable to compete finally as well without all the stress."

The brunette nodded with a faint smile. "I sure hope some of our riders will show this year. Well... That's that, then." He leaned to pick up the papers and gave them to Damon. "This is the contract for the 2013 Olympics, mr. Rodriguez. Everything you need to know is written in there and by signing it your stables be the official host this year."

He just let a glance fly over the documents and was impressed this was actually happening. Hosting the Olympics, a funny surreal thought.
"Well then, imma say let the games find it's beginning", a smirk was written all over his face while signing the contract.