A failed Connect
At the top floor of Ocean Sky Grand Hotel, Brian Hayes eyes twitched as he smoked a Cuban cigar, his eyes piercing through the other man sitting the other side of the table. The quick witted enforcer grimaced, studying his partner of five years in the drug business.
"It's a weekend Mr Grant, surely this is not a business meeting is it?" He said huffing smoke into the air.
"Ofcourse it's not, but it's related," Mr Grant sat up making himself comfortable. He signalled for his two bodyguards to leave them in private.
"How so?"
With his smile still in place, Mr Grant continued, "We have coorprated in business for more than five years Mr Hayes. Even when you made mistakes I killed the fire before it schotched. With that being said, I need a favour from you today."
"Shoot, Mr Grant."