Ephraim Carter's secretary, called Carlos, interrupted him who, in the middle of a meeting, asked — no, rather he forced him to meet at an exclusive nightclub where only members could enter. It wasn't surprising that someone like Ephraim forced him to meet at an exclusive place like this. They were people with class, but what was surprising was that he wanted to meet him.
His feet were walking down a black marble-floored hallway. The dim hallway didn't make it difficult for him to see, he could still see very clearly — the area that was still inside a nightclub was quite deserted, though he was sure that near where he was walking now was a room filled with the noise of music, the sea of people dancing wildly and the excitement of people who gambling.
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