When Pedro came out of the banquet hall, he felt particularly agitated. He sat in the car and did not go to work at the company. Instead, he turned to drive in the opposite direction and dialed a number at the same time.
Someone quickly answered, "What's up?"
"Come out and drink with me."
"Strange. You actually want to drink. Come to the club I often go to. You know the location." The man quickly hung up the phone.
Pedro stepped on the accelerator and quickly arrived at the bar. After entering, the sound wave that rushed at him almost knocked him down. He endured the noisy music and came to the seats that Mahoney Swanson had booked.
There were several empty bottles on the table. It was obvious that Mahoney had already drunk them. He patted the legs of his female companion beside him.
