Beef Among The Billionaires

Marcus and Sam arrived with their car on the agreed place to meet with Magnus.

An hotel. But when they arrived the place was dead quiet, not even the workers were present, except for many heavy armed men lined up at every corner, these are Magnus's followers.

"This doesn't look safe young master." Sam said with observation.

Marcus noticed it too, but he's not intimidated enough to go back. "I know, let's just go in."

They both entered the building, and Magnus sat at the head of a long table, a lavish spread of food and drink laid out before him. His men were scattered throughout the room, keeping a watchful eye on Marcus and Sam as they entered.

"Welcome," Magnus said, his voice full of false cheer. "I trust you had no trouble finding the place?"

Sam cast a wary glance around the room. "This is quite the setup," he said, a hint of suspicion in his tone.

"Oh, don't worry," Magnus said, waving a dismissive hand. "I just like to be prepared for any eventuality. Hope you're okay with that