TONYA WAS HOLDING A PLATE of cheesecake in her right hand and a cup of steamy coffee on the other. Sitting up straight across from where she was walking was an old man whose hair had once seemed to be black and skin had once seemed to be perfect tan.
Their first customer was beaming like a child with his wrinkled hands clasped above the table. He also got this huge smile plastered across his face that. And for a while there, it confused Tonya if he was expecting her to drop a box full of money on his table rather than a breakfast he got for less than ten bucks.
'This is Someone Powerful? 'She never had much chance to observed the old man Lana warned her about the first time they met in West Street. However, having enough time to stare at him right now made Tonya question those accusati
