Callum POV
“Hi, I’m here for Inglewood and Wertheimer’s reservation.”
I informed the server when I entered the restaurant where me and Byrd Inglewood were going to meet.
“This way, sir.”
I followed him, and we stopped at the closed door room. This is for VIP and most of fancy restaurants have VIP rooms.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, sir.”
As I walked inside, a man in his late 50s or 60s, I guess, was smiling at me.
“Mr. Wertheimer.”
He greeted me with a handshake and I warmly accepted it.
“Nice meeting you, Mr. Inglewood.”
“So do I. Have a seat.”
The server came in and brought the food. He left after placing all on the table.
“Before we go down to business, how are you? I have heard a lot about you. You’re quiet popular in which I am no longer wondering why."
Mr. Inglewood ch
