THE URBAN PHOENIX: Arthur Salvatore's rise from the ashes.

CHAPTER 24

THE TAXI ROCKED gently on its springs as it came to a stop in front of Arthur's house. He took one glance at it and was immediately tempted to spend half of the money in his account on acquiring a new house in a better environment. Maybe Beverly Hills. That was where many millionaires lived.

But he shook his head and got into his small sitting room. At least he had a roof over his head and a place to sleep at night. And electricity, and running water, so he decided that he was good for now.

He took a quick shower and dressed up in an expensive t-shirt, chinos trousers, and one of his shiny sneakers. He looked like he was going to party instead of going for a business deal.

He styled his hair gently and picked his sunshade before walking out.

30 minutes later, he was in Le Savoureaux restaurant. The nice waiter who had welcomed him that morning recognized and welcomed him again.

"Bonsoir, monsieur," The waiter greeted in French. "Would you like to have your seat and order something?