The air in the small pool bar was thick with the scent of smoke, and the muted glow of blue lights bathed the room in a moody, dim ambiance.
Cigarette smoke curled through the air, adding to the heavy atmosphere of the secluded room within Mateo's sprawling estate. The soft clinking of billiard balls echoed as Mateo, slightly bent over the pool table, carefully lined up his next shot.
With practiced precision, Mateo's cue stick connected with the red ball, sending it careening into the black one. Three balls smoothly rolled into the pockets, eliciting a small, satisfied smile from Mateo as he straightened up.
"That was brilliant, boss," a smooth voice commented from the corner, accompanied by a slow, measured clap.
Mateo grunted in response, bringing his cigarette to his lips and exhaling a plume of smoke. "Hmm… what do you think of that spy boy… what was his name again?"
