A Dinner

[Avery's POV]

I don't speak as I follow Atlas into the large resort that is the destination of the meeting that he has to attend.

Inside is decorated fancifully with a large chandelier hanging from the roof that is painted to look like a perfectly blue sky, marble floors, and walls decorated with celebrity guests that have visited the resort in the past.

He continues to move until we reach a small room with two men dressed in suits already sitting at a table.

"Atlas!" One of the men announces when he sees us. "Welcome!"

"Thank you for having me, Ken," Atlas responds, pulling out a chair and then motioning for me to sit. "I appreciate you taking time out of your busy schedule to meet with me."

"It was nothing," Ken responds. "Please have a seat."

Nodding, Atlas sits down beside me and fixes his gaze on the two men across from us.

"Shall we get down to business, gentlemen?" He asks, turning completely professional. "I'm sure you are aware of the reason that I wanted to meet with you."

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