"Enos." Myles stopped abruptly at the sight of the number four ranked disciple in the city, who was on his way to his table.
Eleanor glanced at the enormous man at the table, not afraid to look him in the eye as others did. Her lips formed a look that was hard not to understand, causing apprehension in the waiters, while the giant saw the disgust in this white-haired woman's eyes.
To Eleanor, a man who allowed himself to be carried away by pleasure deserved no respect. Enos was a glutton without equal, but she considered him no worse than her current ally, Myles, who allowed himself to be controlled by his own cock.
Enos stood up from his desk and looked at Myles and Eleanor, seeing the ugly look on the woman's face while the number two in the city looked at him with an annoying little smile.
"Myles," Enos said, his voice filled with a deep sense of rivalry.
