AMARI
I sat on the booth at the end of the diner, waiting for Marcus to show up so we could conduct our business. It was strange to me that he didn’t trust Clyde enough to talk to him.
As I stirred my coffee and took a sip, I couldn’t help but think if coming here was a wise decision. My company was still important for me, even if I dreaded being there.
A black jaguar parked in front of the diner, making me assume it was him since in this small town, a car like that was impossible to see.
He stepped out of the vehicle, his suit the first thing you would notice and I was sure it cost him thousands of dollars. I knew a good one when I saw it. My father would wear them all the time when I was kid before he went back to Greece with Mom to enjoy his retirement days.
The bell at the doo
