Twenty minutes later...
A 28-year-old Richard was sitting down on a comfortable couch, swirling a glass of high-class wine in his hands as he stared at the man who ran the entire drug distribution network in the quadrant.
"So, from what your security man is telling me – the one who broke into my office two days ago was this kid? And on top of that, he even belonged to your gang in the past?"
His seductive female secretary sat right next to him, with her narrow waist wrapped in her boss's lecherous arms. The hulking bodyguard of his menacingly stood behind them like a stalwart tower, exerting a formless pressure on the armed guards standing on the drug lord's side.
Don Emilio blandly returned Richard's seemingly mocking gaze, before casually taking a sip of the expensive alcohol in his glass and nodding his head to the disrespectful man's question.
