Peter’s breathing grew heavier, as a warm breeze filled the room. The localized change in temperature did not go unnoticed, by the patrons, nor the Senator.
“Sit down Peter. We don’t need an incident here.”
Peter slowly sat down, and blindly signaled the waitress, never losing eye contact with his father. “Moto Saki, ni biru!” The waitress nodded.
The senator looked at his guards, “Leave us.” The two guards rose and walked through the shabby establishment under the fearful eyes of it’s occupants.
Peter watched them leave, “Monkeys” he thought. He moved to sit across from his father, then leaned over the table and whispered. “We had a deal. She stays locked up, I do my thing, and you get what you want.” He slammed his fist on the table, “There was NO room for negotiation.” his voice boomed, startling the approaching waitress.
She placed the tray of Saki, and two beers on the table and left swiftly.
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