The meeting was taking place in a room, though that was a simplistic way to put it
This was no ordinary room, it was a chamber of secrets, a place where words were spoken and then lost in the ethos, never to be heard ever again by anyone except the lips that had spoken them.
Inside this room, there were crystal chandeliers, glowing gold and cum, casting shadows that spread silently across the opulent chamber.
What was this room?
The common name was The Hidden Sanctum.
It wasn't in California. It was buried deep beneath one of Las Vegas's most exclusive private clubs, accessible only through a labyrinth of velvet-draped corridors and retinal scans.
Only men like Richard Morrison could know about places like this. Not merely because he was wealthy, but because he held dark secrets of his own, he had his shady deals.
Adam Scotland was merely lucky to be allowed into such an esteemed room.
