“We’ll settle this later, tough guy.” Mike made his hand into the shape of a gun and pointed it at the Chinese drug lord as he went to sit down in his chair.
“When da next song comes on, we’ll most definitely dance.” Mr. Jun assured him with a cocky smile before sitting back down.
Bemmy picked up the gavel from the table. “Do we all agree to have Julian King handle this disgruntled ex-employee of ours?”
They all nodded and he slammed the gavel down, adjourning The West Coast Connection’s meeting. They grabbed their hats and overcoats. Putting on his hat and then his coat, Bemmy noticed something outside of the floor to ceiling window. His eyes lit up and his mouth snapped open as he screamed with veins forming in his neck, “Get down!” He dove to the floor with everyone following suit, a
