"The one thing I like about you is that you are indeed a man of brave character. Still, you see, as one legendary philosopher once said, real power emanates from the barrel of a gun."
Matthews shivered in fear and looked around, hoping any of the waiters would come to his rescue, but none was in sight.
"If I so wish to kill you right now, I would do it, but I don't. I want you to know that my eyes are on you. Do what I say, and I will not come for you," He finished off and picked up his pistol from the table, and with one last look, he left the restaurant.
Matthews felt his head spinning. It wasn't until the man left that he realized that he had held his breath for a long and it was beginning to affect him.
"Here is your order, sir," He jolted up the moment he heard someone speak, and it turned out to be none other than Elvis.
"Any problem, sir?"
