Stefanos walked into the bar, the best in the city, but only for people like him: filthy rich and bored.
Two staff members quickly approached and bowed deeply.
"This way, Mr. Rassi."
He followed them into the elevator, riding up to the second floor. When they arrived, they walked further down the hall before stopping in front of a door with the number.
[201]
"This is your private room, sir. The women will be sent up in twenty minutes. In the meantime, your bartender is already inside. We hope you have a wonderful evening."
Stefanos nodded and moved into the private room. He shut the door behind him and turned, his gaze landing on the bartender behind the bar booth in the corner. He had his back on him—
Wait, he?
Was that really a man? The figure had long white hair tied tightly into a bun, but wore the standard bartender suit uniform nonetheless.
"I'd like a martini," Stefanos said, making his way over to the large leather sofa.
