''Nicklaus Howell, you're here already, sorry to have taken too long, I was busy inside.''
The man, who had walked out of the huge mahogany doors, spoke with a vibrant smile on his face. He stretched out his hand for a handshake, and Nicklaus shook him briefly.
The house was very magnificent; just like Nicklaus' home back in California, except that it wasn't as quiet. Tiana had counted no less than eight women walk past the living room, wearing skimpy dresses and looking like prostitutes.
They had not stayed up-to five minutes before the man came out. He had a huge pot belly and was short; Tiana felt his physique was rather depressing to look at.
