Inside was a rebellious edition of a corporate office, Keira concluded.
Of course, it had posters of Playboy bunnies. Colorful glass with three bullet holes depicting an angel from the sky, who knows where a partially illegal businessman like Mr. Bones got it. Two golden horse sculptures on the table. As well as a blue pumpkin with a big hole on top – probably to empty the seed before he carves it.
"It's not even August," Nate muttered, a little too loud if his first intention was not to be heard by the building's owner. Although, the shabby businessman didn't give even a single reaction.
Keira shifted from one foot to the other. Uneasy in this strange place and unusual situation. She lingered near the door, leaning against the wall as she wished this transaction would go faster.
'Transaction,' she repeated in her head, trying to stifle her chuckle at her own choice of words.
