C45 Forty Five
Rebecca called me as soon as I received her email in the morning. I was busy with the expansion of Hotel B in Seoul, but she insisted that she had to speak to me. What she sent me was a file about the fucker, Raoul Velazquez.
“What are these?” I asked, scrolling through the email.
“That is the details about the club he owned. It’s called The Hightower Club. It’s an elite club