Carlo Morris.

I had planned to meet Fitz at the Cuban club house, we wanted to talk over some issues pertaining to my new fashion line and he suggested we meet at the club.

Fitz sat at the bar waiting for me, he already paid for the section reserved for him and me. I walked into the rowdy crowd and strained my eyes over to the bar where Fitz sat. Luckily, I easily saw him sipping a glass of Hennessey.

He raised the glass up and was sipping again when I appeared in front of him.

"Man!" I shook his hand and took the next seat that faced him. "Why...