New York City. In some elite club.
Jake arrived late. When he got into the private room, several of his brothers had already joined together for a round of drinks. The mood was high.
When those drunkards saw him, they immediately came to pull at him and scolded: “I thought that you, President Maserati, with such a busy schedule and so many affairs to handle would likely forget about us pack of rogues. You still remembered to come ah?”
Jakd smiled dully: “Today is Zach's celebratory banquet. No matter what, I’d come.”
There were no outsiders present, just their seven or eight brothers who grew up together. When Jake played in a band, the group’s lead singer was Zach. It was this dear friend whose family had suffered a reversal in fortune; not only did they become impoverished, they als
