Chapter 14

The next day, Henko started working on the floors. It was a complete mess. While the painters were gone out for lunch, he used that time to sweep the area's they inhabited. It was a good time for the men to leave since George was going to inspect the bar. He really hoped that the man liked it. He looked around one more time. Even though he wouldn't be able to make the place perfect. He still wanted to make it look presentable. Looking at the clock, he noticed that there was less than an hour left before the man would show up. He wiped down the counter. He was surprised that the counters were not touched by the bullets. He kept the stools in place, thinking the next owner would like to use them. He wiped down the bar and looked at the clock again. It was almost time. So Henko grabbed two glasses and some water. He wanted to be ready for the man when he showed up.

The sound of the door opening and closing was heard. Henko looked at the clock. There was still twenty-five minutes left before it was one. Maybe the man likes to be early. Henko looked over in the direction and spoke out.

"Welcome." Henko stopped and the smile he wore disappeared. The man standing in front of him was not a stranger. Far from it. The man held something in his hand which he threw onto the counter. It was the 'For Sale' sign.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Ivan yelled out. Henko stared at the man before finding his voice.

"What does it matter? I can't keep this place."

"Why not?" He questioned. Henko just glared at the man.

"You should know better than anyone. Now get out. I have an appointment." Henko yelled.

"Is your appointment for a buyer?" Ivan questioned.

"It's none of your business!" Henko yelled.

"You're not selling your business!" Ivan yelled.

"You can't tell me what I can and cannot do." Ivan walked over to one of the stools. He sat down as if he was welcomed there.

"I'm staying. Make me a drink." Ivan ordered as if he was at an active bar.

"I don't have any alcohol to sell you. It's all boxed up." Ivan looked at Henko, his features were stern. He actually scared Henko a bit with the glare that he was given him.

"Then what are you making right there?" He pointed at the glasses that were set out.

"I was just going to pour some water."

"Then give me that." Ivan demanded. Henko glared at the man.

"No! I'm serious. I want you to leave!" Henko's voice began to raise with each word. He wanted the man out.

"And I told you, I'm not leaving." The two had gotten caught up in the argument, that Henko didn't even realize that another figure had entered the bar

"Um…" Henko heard a voice. It came from behind Ivan. Henko looked up and saw the man standing behind Ivan. "Am I interrupting anything?" By the voice, Henko new right away that it was George. He was a middle-aged man. He wore a tight shirt that was buttoned up, and black slacks. He was not fat, but had a small bump on his stomach that was shown under the shirt. His hair was a pepper and salt style. He did have some bold spots but he used some of hair to thinly cover it.

"No," Henko looked at Ivan. "This man was just leaving." Ivan looked at Henko and glared at him.

"Like I said," He stood up from the stool. He placed a hand on his hip while the other was still on the counter. "I am not going anywhere, and this guy is not selling the shop no matter what he says." Ivan pointed at Henko. George looked over at the figure behind the bar. Only thing he saw was a woman in short brown hair that curled under her shoulders and dress that baby blue with sleeveless wide shoulder straps. The dress stopped just inches away from her knees showing off her tan legs.

"Don't you mean woman?" George asked Ivan confused on how he could confuse the gender. Ivan shook his head.

"This is no woman, it's a man. Don't let his beauty fool you." George was a bit taken back. Henko bit his lip. Ivan was doing this on purpose. If the man didn't like gay men, then there would defiantly be a problem if he didn't want to buy from a drag Queen. "Are you the buyer that wants to make an offer for this place?" Ivan asked. The man tore his eyes away from Henko to look at Ivan.

"I am. I wanted to-."

"Well, I would suggest you not to." Ivan cut off the man.

"Ivan, what are you-." Ivan put a hand up at Henko making him stop in his tracks.

"This man owes a huge debt, and that is over two hundred thousand dollars. If you plan to get this place you have to pay that first."

"Two…two hundred…. thou…. thousand…." The man started to stutter.

"Ivan, I don't owe that much!"

"So, you do owe that man!" George yelled out. Henko was quiet. He didn't want to answer the man and looked at Ivan.

"The money you are making me pay you has nothing to do with the man or this place, and when did it ever go to that amount?" Henko yelled.

"On the contrary. If you decide to sell this place, then the debt will be transferred to the next owner. Also, the reason why it had gone up is because you tried to sell this place without going through me first."

"Ivan." Henko growled. The man was trying everything he could do to stop Henko from selling the shop. He was making him feel guilt of passing on a debt that wasn't even his to start with on someone else. It was working though. The man was a real bastard. He was doing anything so he couldn't sell the place to anyone. Henko Hung his head in defeat.