"And that's most of it. We should be ready for the opening by the end of the week."
Leaning back in his chair, Dante stared at the ceiling, listening absentmindedly as Carlos delivered another one of his reports. Right now, the main topic is the grand opening of the Red Oni Club.
Previously, the Red Fist bar was the only establishment directly run by Red Rage. Such establishments served as a kind of symbol, representing the gang's power. Their prosperity was directly linked to the state of the gang and its grasp on its territory. Because of that, Dante had been advised to open one of his own. There was one problem, however.
"Boss?"
Snapping out of his thoughts, Dante raised an eyebrow at the young Tenebrosan.
"Uh… have you decided yet?" Carlos asked.
Dante knew exactly what he was referring to, and that was the reason behind his frown.
"Not yet."
"I don't mean to pressure you, but… It's better to get this out of the way early on."
