Club house

Wyatt was on black suit with his black sunglass, sitting in a private area made for special people who asked for privacy.

He was sniffing out the smoke’s of cigarettes and at the same time drinking beers.

A guy on black jeans and black coat entered into the club and come straight to his table.

“You call for me sir” He said sitting down

“Yes I did, and you know each time I called for you is always something important” Wyatt replied in an hoarse voice.

“You always called me on phone, but it’s unusual as you said you wanna see me in person, I had to rushed...