“Miss Roman, I didn’t expect you to be here.”
I turned to the old man on my left with strands of gray hair on the front of his hair, anyone seeing him would think he was in his 70’s but he was still in his late forties.
He shone his brown teeth at me, damaged by the amount of cigarette he had smoked coupled with his black lips.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world” I replied.
Having studied all the men in the room which were about 9 to be precise, I knew their faces, their titles, their background and every detail about them that was out in the open.
Grandfather had made sure that I was up to date about that before he passed away.
Turns how I was wrong, there was hardly any new faces, these men were so hungry for power that they refused to step down from their seats just yet.
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