"Lorenzo" Ian called out once he saw me.
"Ian" I said once I stood in front of him.
"Long time no see, I'm so glad you made it. Grab a seat" he said and sipped his drink.
"Let's take this upstairs. Somewhere more private" I said.
"Isn't this place private enough? There's no one here Lorenzo, just a couple of cleaners and guards. No biggie." He gulped down the rest of his drink. I felt my anger start to grow just by staring at him but I had to calm down if I wanted to get something out of him.
"Fine. I'll sit" I said and sat down on the stool opposite him.
"Bartender. I need a refill" he said "what are you going to have Lorenzo? Scotch? Bourbon? Whiskey? I mean you have it all here. I must say your bar is top notch."
"How about you tell me what you're doing here" I sa
