'Demian!'
An influencial multibillionaire, ranking at the top of the food chain for most females had become part of my contact list just by bumping to my nose. At first I hated the idea of having him flash his wealth at my face but now I was eager to have a taste of his wealth. "I'm so glad I could meet you here." Demian said. I was invited to a five star dessert restaurant where everyone here was most likely ultra rich and famous.
Demian wore a blue face cap and a red facemask, a red stripped shirt and a brown shorts. This was his definition of disguise. "Thanks for the invite. If you don't mind, can we go straight to business." Right outside the building we're Helio's minions, regardless of today's drama, a promise was still a promise and I had to leave with them.
