The private café in the city was a little quiet, disturbed only by hushed conversations. A man in a black suit entered, his eyes darting around.
He approached the receptionist, exchanged a few words, and handed over a business card. The woman nodded, then led him to a private room.
Upon entering the room, a smile played on Ronald's lips when he saw the man already seated. "I wonder what made little brother want to see me," Ronald said, taking a seat across from Len. He pulled out his business card and extended it toward his brother. "Or are we meeting as businessmen?"
Len didn't move an inch. He glared at Ronald. "Why are you back?" he asked coldly. "Didn't you promise to disappear from our lives? Are you going back on your word?"
Ronald's smile remained despite Len's hostility. "So you really don't want me to come back? That hurts a little, you know?"
"Like I give a fuck," Len shot back.
