1.10 Name's Grind, James Grind.
"Sir, what do you want for a drink?" the bartender asked the handsome young man in a black suit. The man was a mix of Asian-European blood, his peach blossom eyes side-glanced at the server, and he replied in an elegant manner;
"A medium dry martini, lemon peel. Shaken, not stirred."
"Certainly, sir," the bartender skillfully mixed the ingredients to make the request. Meanwhile, the man was silently eyeing the man on the VIP lounge, an impeccably handsome man in his early thirty. He had black hair permed and combed back, wearing a black suit and red tie. He had a set of deep eyes and a calm but deadly aura.
He was currently negotiating about something with his client, in which he completely dominated the client.