Mr. Elvis walked into a bar, he was angry about what happened at the mines, he knew he had lost some authority to Roman in presence of the workers, he gulped down a glass of booze that was put in front of him while he waited for his friend arrive, as he drank he thought of how he could get back his power he had just lost and something that budded him more was what he could do to break Jerome.
“Elvis” his friend called out taking a seat beside him before signing the bartender to get him a glass so he could drink with his friend.
“you couldn’t come early just this once?” Elvis asked gulping another glass down.
“I’m sorry, you know how the wife can get, what seem to be the problem that you had to call me for a drink this evening?” he inquired before gulping his glass, the bartender had tur
