Alexander's men managed the payment and room selection while he relaxed in the corner of the office.
They were in the VIP office while waiting to get an expensive room.
Alexander's eyes glanced down at the public crowd throwing money at the women dancing at the center. The bright dancing lights made him a bit dizzy, and he was thankful they were on the second floor since he couldn't handle it below.
"The room is already set…" Dorian explained, turning to Alexander, who was pinching his nose.
"Let's go. I want to relax," Alexander replied as he followed Dorian and went out of the VIP office.
"Please wear this," Orion, one of Alexander's men, said, handing him a golden mask that covered all of his facial structure.
Alexander was confused at first, but he understood. He also saw his men wearing black masks to hide their identities.
