FELIX, ONE OF THE VIP servers in Fever Pitch, was giving off a nervous vibe. Felix was a stocky man in his twenties, with ears that spurted out from the sides of his head. He sat in a hard wooden chair behind a scarred wooden table, right under a set of harsh fluorescent lights. His clenched hands rested on the table, his lips were tightly pursed and sweat drops decorated his forehead and his cheeks.
Was it because he’d done something wrong? Kurt thought, or was it because he was sitting in one of the admittedly forbidding interrogation rooms in Leo9 Services building?
The room had a concrete floor and a high roof. Priye, one of Leke’s trusted employees, manned the door; his feet apart, his hands joined behind his back, looking quietly menacing. Leke, in his customary black attire, had h
