Smoke and whiskey fill the room. Zenith takes a long drag of his cigarette blowing the smoke out skin after. He motions to one of his men standing behind him

”Any word?” He asks without even turning his head.

”Yes sir I heard word that they’re close” He replied Zenith nods motioning for him to go back to his post. Zenith was supposed to be meeting a fellow mafia boss. The meeting was supposed to be about combining resources

He had never met this mafia boss before so he was curious about what they would be like. Putting out his cigarette in the ashtray Zenith picks up his glass of whiskey

He heard footsteps approaching and straightened up in his chair bracing for whatever or whoever was going to walk through the door