It was still the Youngstown West Hotel where Kent drove up punctually at two o'clock in the afternoon. As the president of the union, he had chosen the West for the venue of their recent meetings. There was no special reason, merely because the coffee at the West suited his taste better.
After parking the car, Kent first went to borrow the hotel's phone to make a call. Unfortunately, as before, there was still no answer.
"F*ck!" Kent couldn't help but curse under his breath. Had Rubin overindulged again? Or was he lost in some gambling game, forgetting their agreement?
After loosening his tie, Kent decided that after the meeting, he would personally make a trip to Rubin's place.
If that guy had forgotten their business, Kent would later raise the cut to 9 US Dollars as a small punishment for Rubin's capriciousness.
Before entering the meeting hall, Kent had already replaced his irritable expression with a professional smile.
