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74. The Key Master.

~Delmundo

"How do you keep this place a secret?" Frank asked as we lounged at the office of Maze. "I mean a lot of people are going to know about this place."

I smiled. "We choose our clients not the other way around, it is about who has the biggest pocket not who needs help. This is not a charity organization, Frank," I told him.

"You sell security services to whom you choose, but what if they can not pay?" Frank inquired.

"We make sure to check the financial background of whomever we choose," I told him.

Maze had gone to receive the key master and I was eager to see what he or she looked like. I had no doubt that the biker girl was looking for me to get revenge for her fallen gang members.

Soon, Maze came back to the office with the infamous Key Master following up behind her.

The Key Master was a man in his sixties or early seventies. He was tall and used a walking stick to shuffle about. It was obvious that he had pains in his joints, the courtesy of