"Are you sure that we are in the right place?" He asked his assistant, who coordinated with his prospected new business associate.
Nick repeated the question when they parked in a dark alley in the dimly lit corner of the street. He would never set foot in this place if not for this important meeting.
It was dirty and smelly, but he knew the relevance of the secretive meeting place. His enemies were less likely to look in a place like this and learned of his plans.
While their enemies were busy, it was the perfect time to make new allies to help with his cause. And who was he to turn down a possible solution to his problem offered in a silver platter?
"It is the address written on the note." His assistant said, even his bodyguards agreed that they were in the right place.
It was relatively late, and the street was empty, except for them and the cats that littered the trash on the streets.
