Loo stuttered, her eyes fixed on Richard's face. "Uh... good... good evening, Mr. Hearst, Sir."
Richard's smile was warm and welcoming, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I hear you're the manager of the place," he said, his hands gesturing expansively.
Loo nodded, her voice still shaky. "Yes... yes, Sir. Louisa Rodriguez, Sir." She hadn't said her full name in a long time, but there was something about Richard that commanded respect. He had the same aura as Jaxon.
Richard's eyes lit up with interest. "Nice to meet you, Louisa. I'm Richard Hearst, Jaxon's father."
Loo offered him a seat, her movements nervous. "Can I get you anything?" she asked, her voice still husky.
Richard's eyes roamed the room, taking in the dim lighting and pulsating music. "I'll just have whiskey," he said f
