Bruce looked back at Brent's face, "Well, alright. Show us to Room number three."
"Yes, sir," Brent hurried to the door farther away from the way they had walked in.
He pressed his hand against the glass door and pushed it open.
The two top men from the Kane Mafia Ring walked toward the doors and walked in.
It was a well-lit room. The room was fairly spacious and well furnished. A long glass table sat in the middle of the room. The long sofas and seats were arranged to form a deep U-shape around the table.
The colours were neutral and not too harsh on the eye.
Bruce wrinkled his nose, "Do you clean this place regularly?"
"Of course!" Brent said with his most polite smile, trying to mask his nervousness, "We have the whole room cleaned polished and brand new after every client of ours even leaves!"
Bruce grunted, "Right."
"Make yourselves at home! I'll bring you something to drink."
