We went to a very elegant lounge bar. Comfortable white sofas are placed around coffee tables. Discreet background music drifted pleasantly around the bar. A modern and refined place. Exactly like my young boss. I giggled internally at what I was thinking.
William seemed to be very familiar with the owner as he shakes hands with him.
“The journalists are at the back. I placed you where it’s quite.” The owner informed this to Austin.
“Thank you Karl.” Austin embraced him and before moving to the back of the room. The two men evidently knew each other well. I followed him obediently looking around as we go. He must be in one of the big apple’s most select bars.
In a chamber, a little away from the rest, a woman journalist and a cameraman were getting ready. As Austin walks u
