CHAD EXOTIC

WRITER'S POV

“Should I take you back to the house or to the office, sir?”

“No, we just got started. I should see my Uncles. Find out where they are right now.”

“Sir?” Jessie blurted in shock.

“Hurry up Jessie. We don't have time.”

“Yes sir.”

Jessie made a call to both Noah and Jack's secretaries and they confirmed the two weren't in office.

When he called their homes, it turned out they weren't home either.

“They are not home either,” Jessie reported.

Lawrence's eyes crinkled into a pleased glint. “This is good,” he breathed, “I think I have an idea where they might be,” he smirked and got into the car.

Minutes later, they stopped in front of a bar.

“Chad exotic.” Jessie mumbled out loud.

He frowned and looked at his boss. Surely he had made a mistake.

Chad Exotic, a known average bar that could be likened to be a dangerous place for anyone in the category of weak to be in.

Drug use, gambling, illegal business exchanges and illegal partnership happened to be the major activi