"Patrón."
The advisor's soft voice rang clear by the doorway to his boss study, tall and straight like a strong tree, the man waited to deliver news. The Patron was just going through last night's checklist, unbothered by the interruption.
"Oui, Abdo?"
"Ce'st un homme, étranger. Il rechercher á toi."
The Patron turned to them, setting his work down on the desk.
"Who? Did he say what he wants?"
Abdo, as calm and collected as ever, smirked. "Parler?" a tilt of his head to the side as if getting some kind of information downloaded to him.
"Mirai says he's looking for a child."
The Patron scoffed and shook his head, picking up his paperwork and pen. A child in this nightclub? "Not interested. Send Mateo. And... Keep Mirai on stand-by."
"D'accord."
The man walked out the door to relay the information to the others. Mateo, a professional boxer, would get the job done to keep the stranger out and keep peace in the nightclub.
It didn't take long for Mateo to find them, even through the loud music and the colorful lights; the stranger looked out of place and not in a partying mood.
"Hello sir. Can I help you with something? Maybe give you directions to the bar?" his voice dripped with heavy pleasantry.
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