The bar that all the businessmen of the dark world frequented was always crowded, men from all over the world coming in, the lights dim while the smell of alcohol and cigarettes filled the air, the sounds of murmurs and papers being placed on the tables, men betting and some actually taking women to entertain themselves.
Your mother gave birth to you in this bar, but you worked as a bartender instead of being one of those women who get more money by pleasing men. You preferred to preserve yourself rather than become like your mother who ended up with mental disorders.
Another man walked in with a group of his bodyguards. You recognized him instantly. Beom Tae-joo, a very famous businessman, owning a chain of hotels and companies, his dark deeds are professionally hidden in the dark. He came almost every Tuesday. His tall height, huge body, and commanding and powerful presence made everyone fall silent for a moment.
The women couldnβt help but admire him, he was a man in his fifties, but he looked like he was in his twenties due to his appearance, his face had cold and hard features, his sharp gray eyes were made even more beautiful by his dark hair, his broad shoulders were covered by his long black coat, while his flawless white shirt was closed around his upper body, where the sharp V line of his torso stood out.
His jacket was closed around him in all the right places. His large, plump hands that showed off his veins were covered by leather gloves, comfortably placed in the pockets of his luxurious cloth pants.
His long legs moved coolly and sedately as he walked towards the drinks shelves. He stood still, his eyes staring at you.
βAmber bourbon.β
He said his usual order, an Italian accent breaking through his cold, emotionless voice. He didnβt wait for you to speak and sat down at his usual table, his legs resting on the couches, his bodyguards behind him.