A man sat at a desk in an old abandoned wearhouse. Dust covered the room except the desk and two chairs in front. He was in a pinstripe suit, perfectly tailored, and black crocodile skin shoes. He had a mean look about him, as if he was just always in a cranky mood.
Another man walked in the door way carrying a tray with wine glasses, silverware and fine China. On the plate was what appeared to be a steak. “Here you are sir.” He sat the tray down in front of the finely dressed man and took a seat in the chair infro of the desk.
“Who did you get?” The man cut into his steak, juices flowed onto the plate.
The man looked at the empty chair. “So it was him who betrayed me?”
The other man cowered. “Yes, sir.”
He chewed on the steak. “Mmmmm, Juicy.”