Aaron POV
As I stepped further into the room, I noticed the walls were adorned with expensive paintings and decorations. The dimly lit room had an old-world charm that reminded me of a bygone era. The smell of cigars mixed with the heady aroma of expensive whiskey filled the air. I felt slightly lightheaded from the scent, but I pushed on, my heart racing as I approached Asher's table. My heart raced as I saw my old friend Asher sitting at a table, surrounded by his associates.
"Asher," I greeted him, "It's good to see you again."
He stood up and embraced me in a hug. "Aaron, it's been too long. Sit down, let's talk."
I took a seat across from him and lit a cigar. "So, what have you found out about my father?" I asked him, getting straight to the point.
Asher leaned forward, his eyes
