of the corridors, was rather stunning. As they walked in the door shut behind them, Jordi looked back a little bit startled. There were two big bodied men in suits standing there, the manager's security.
"Relax Miss. Fasceda, they're here for me so unless you're here to do anything other than gather information of the Pharoahtics' whereabouts, then they're here for you too." Brant was the manager of Skuller. A lady in her late twenties. Many thought of her to be young for a club manager but she was ruthless and had gained a reputation of someone not to be messed with. She deserved the job title a hundred times over.
"Hello Brant, you really don't need to ruffle feathers right now. Don't you think if there was a problem Miss. Fasceda would have at least brought some muscle?" Arina was trying to calm the situation before anything escalated beyond a simple social meeting.
"I guess you are, please take a seat," said Brant, gesturing to the two seats facing her. "You have to