Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Five.

The locks of the prison bars opened and James stepped out.

"You came. Was wondering what kept you." He said, staring at Mr Bench.

"You look quite well" Bench commended scanning James with his eyes.

"They know to be very respectful, I can't complain." James stepped up and sat across Bench on a table.

"Speaking about respect, how hard can it be to treat others with that? I used to know you as a reputable business man, what changed." Bench said with seriousness.

"I don't know what you mean, Bench, but it's nice to see you again."

"I wish I could say the same. Ah— let me rephrase that, I wish what brought me here permits me to feel the same way."

James's eyes darted to the sides menacingly, then back at Bench. He already knew there was a problem "Cut the chase Bench, what's the problem?"

"You are the problem James. You can't fall and take everyone down with you."

"What do you mean!" James said with a low grit.

" I'm saying you should stop toying with us. I won't ask nicely next time.