Billie Bob Jones
The building Benedito took me to was nothing like his office or warehouse. It was on the outskirts of the center of the city, where there were more abandoned buildings that were now used for factories and small developing companies.
His guards completely surrounded the smaller building as he climbed out of the car followed by me. I looked around curiously as he led me into the small building. Inside it was much smaller than I would have expected. In comparison the whole floor was the size of his private office alone, it would not even take up a quarter of the entire floor if I had to be honest.
It had an industrial grey tile, the walls were painted white, basic desks and chairs spanned the space. There were two large windows parallel to the entrance that allowed enough light in to brighten the space up.
