Hidden Guns

-1

Magnificent. Imposing. These were the words that were used to describe him. And as always he arrived. In his limo, with all his grandeur and regality. The right hand man of one of the biggest crime lords in Korea.

Jay Park indeed arrived at the exact time expected. Not a minute before , not a minute after.

As soon as he entered, the way cleared and the path was made for him to walk towards his usual place, a private lounge on the second level of the dance floor.

Tonight he had some visitors accompanying him. People who came from different backgrounds. Important people that would help him and his boss expand their crime empire further.

But the absence  of all three of his favourite henchmen did not go unnoticed by him.

But he didn't have time. These men and women here were impatient to get their dirty work done.

"Sir, your regular. "
The waiter said, placing his sapphire martini at the table.
The fellow seemed new as he had never seen the waiter before. He had square glasses and a thick mustache, quiet against his personal taste in the men he liked to be served from. And was it silver strands that were sticking out near his ears?

"Who sent you? "
Jay's voice was stern, commanding.

"Seth. "
The waiter replied, curt and quick.

"Where's John? "

The other simply shrugged.

It was unusual that Seth had sent someone new to his private lounge.

"Where's Yo Rin ? "

"Seth said he found someone new, so he didn't call her in today.

It did seem a bit suspicious. But before he could ponder upon the thought more, the waiter once again went near the door, sliding it open slowly. It slid open to reveal a goddess standing there.

His breath hitched at the woman who was now walking towards him.

Her long strides emphasizing her beautiful legs and wide hips.

Her blonde hair fell gracefully on her shoulder, yet moving softly with her walk.

The confidence she embodied was indeed too imposing even for him.

Her features were sharp.

Feline , like that of a vixen.

He no more cared about those people in the room, or their impatience.

Slamming the now empty glass on the low legged table, he spoke commandingly,

"Out. I want to spend time alone. No more discussions. It's all kept for tomorrow. I'll talk to boss."
And with that he stood.

And before the diva before him could say a word, he smoothly escorted her to the lift, sliding his hands around her waist like a snake.

All left, after all they could not complain to anyone about him. He was the boss's favorite after all.

All left, except for the waiter with silver strands sticking out, thick mustache and huge glasses. He stood there, clenching his fists before beginning to follow them.

It wasn't until they reached the lift that he had some difficulty in following then since he obviously couldn't get in along with them.

It took him hardly five minutes to climb up the stairs to the next floor, reaching there unnoticed by the ones getting put of the lift.

As expected, there indeed was another burly guard at the door.

Jay patted his shoulder before going in the room , to which the man simply nodded.