Chapter hundred twenty five

Bradford Kingston sat on the low stool in the dimly lit bar. He left his cane at him because he didn't want to announce to the crowd that he had a bad leg. He had to stay strong, he had to remain powerful in the battle he'd just found himself.

He still had a smile on his face from the confrontation with the woman, Hilda, and her lunatic son. He couldn't help but be pleased at how quickly the table had turned and she was now on the receiving end. "I have to be strong," he muttered to himself as he ordered another glass of sparkling water.

Bradford looked at his watch again and groaned, he was running late for his interview and it was the third time he'd postponed it that week, he didn't want to do that again.

With another glass of water, he went to the restroom, he needed a free bladder to strike a good deal after all - and most importantly no alcohol in his system.

But just as Bradford walked to the restroom, Sinclair and Jeremy walked right in. Sinclair took the adjourning table,