Drunk Nadia

Dean sped up the car through the city street to arrive at the famous bar where Leilah had told him they were. XX was written with huge golden neon signs and as soon as he stopped his car in front of the door a concierge came up to him.

“Mr.Wess,” He greeted with a smile and Dean smiled back at the young man,

“Hi, Paul. How are you going tonight?” He asked,

“Good, Sir. As always,” The young man answered as he stood back waiting for Dean to get out of his car.

“How are exams? I heard you’re swamped these days,”

“I bombed a few of them but I think I can manage to graduate thanks to you,” He said with a grin making Dean smile back at him.

“Well, good. Otherwise, I won't have anyone to fill that position I had been keeping for you. Give me a call when you’re ready,” He told him with a smile and the young man’s eyes brightened as he nodded.

“Keep my car close I will be picking up someone and heading out soon,” he said heading into the building.

The manager was waiting for him at the