The Final Cut
“Well hell, why didn’t you say? We’ve never had royalty in here before.”
The guy picked up his radio receiver. “Dennis, yeah bruv, got one for ya. And get this, he’s a king . . . no a real life king . . . I don’t know somewhere foreign. He wants to go to the Underworld innit . . . nah, mate, I said Underworld . . . yeah Underworld, seriously . . . okay, I’ll send him right out.”
The guy left the office and came into the waiting area. “Here, let me get that door for you.” He pointed to a car across the road. “That silver Toyota right outside, your majesty. Dennis the driver will take care of you.”
Bab Populer