Baam!
The door of the car closed and a middle-aged man wearing a black suit locked the car with his keys before he started walking speedily to catch up with the people who were just a short distance away from him.
His pace was pretty good, as it didn't take long before he reached the group in front of him.
"You finished everything?" one of the men amongst the group with a beer belly asked, amusingly as he looked at the man who had just arrived.
The man in the black suit nodded, but the worry on his face was enough to show that it might not be exactly as what it seemed. And the rest of the group understood that as well. However, it wasn't the time to talk about such matters.
They were depressing.
As if they all were telepathic, no one said a word after that but all walked towards the elegant villa on the outskirts of the city, a famous place where the rich gather for a meal; Lindsay's kitchen.
