“You finally came, Lucien Black.” The bald headed man set down his cutlery, rising and extending his hand. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you after all these years.”
Lucien’s gaze momentarily rested on the outstretched hand before moving to the man’s face. “I don’t think we’re on good enough terms for a handshake, Don Malo.” He pulled out a chair and sat.
Don Malo let out a long loud laugh as he settled back into his seat. “You haven’t changed a bit, Mr. Black. I’d be surprised if you had.” He clapped once and a waiter stepped forward, placing a menu before Lucien. “Order whatever you like. I rented out this entire restaurant specifically for our meeting.”
Lucien’s lips lifted into an unimpressed smile. “You know clearly why I’m here. Stop pretending we’re long lost friends and let’s
