Wellington restaurant was one of the most popular restaurants for high elites in the city and in the upper room on the fourteenth floor, Marcus Walter was waiting in the hotel lounge, looking at his wristwatch worriedly.
"Why the fuck is this man taking the time!" He grumbled to himself and looked at the entrance to see if the idiot would show up but he was not in sight.
He had to make every appointment he had on time because, towards the evening, he didn't have much time to do anything else, since Mrs. Parker had organized a family dinner and had invited everyone, including his father —Old Walter.
He would have refused not to go but he just couldn't.
He knew Charles and Lim would be there and he hated seeing the faces of those boys.
They reminded him how much of a loser he had become, but he had to be there by all means.
Now, Smith, on the other hand, wasn't helping the situation. He had no time to waste!
