CycleMature

“There's some people I want you to meet.” He tells me to come to a hotel bar downtown the next evening. I know the name. It's a classy joint, what am I going to wear?

He hands over the dry cleaning bag draped over his arm. Black suit, white shirt, black tie. Classic, if a bit Reservoir Dogs.

“Thanks.”

“Don't mention it.”

Cycle, repeat.

The End

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