He was outside the door, his hand on the handle. He had just knocked on the Door and permission to come in from the other side was given. He took a deal breath, nervousness clearly visible on his face. He finally opened the door and came in.
"Please sit down Mason," Said Mr. Vitale, and Mason did so sitting in front of Vitale. It was a warm office, giving mature vibes. A big mahogany table like all rich people's offices. One chair behind the table with Arthur sitting on the other side, and two empty chairs on the front on which Mason sat.
"I will not go into long meaningless conversations," Arthur begins, "As I wanted to know yesterday, You are an assassin, what are you doing in my bar as my bartender?"
"I left that life behind. I need a long break, from killing people,"
"You kille
