Miller was getting bored of the frenzy. His assistant had alerted him of the guests waiting for him in one of the inner rooms. Who the hell could they?" She thought, her mind scrolling through a list of possible visitors. Well since they were already here, he draped a cigar between his lips and walked off his table tagging a five-man escort along.
" Hello, Mr. Muller!" A deep baritone voice rang from across the room once he stepped in. The man who sat on a chair spun around to face him. He couldn't make out anything of the stranger's identity because of the mask the latter wore, so he gave up on trying to figure him out and sat on the chair beside him. The air in the room was tense and thick as the two gentlemen sat gazing at each other as if trying to read each other's minds.
" You wanted to see me, mate? Well here I am, so what the hell do you want?" He barked in his thick British accent.
