Imperium Birth Of a DynastyChapter 7
“This is it?” he asked as he closed the door. The smell of cigars and sweat was heavy in the air. Trombone was slowly playing a low tune at the podium. The people were oblivious to the sad sound as they nursed the drinks of their choice or talked with their companions. Bartender was behind the bar amusing guests, handing out drinks or making sure everyone had his ear as he moved left to right. The woman’s low voice was barely heard as she quietly said, “Yes.” She avoided to look the old man...