"I'm not a magician but I'm one hell of a lucky bastard," he said, chuckling.
Matthew furrowed his brows and looked at Markus who was reading an email from his phone.
One of the many peculiarities that he knew but never dared to question about his friend is how he received and sent messages through an email. But he knew for a fact that he received messages from him in a messaging app that he prefers.
He wonders how deep is Markus' involvement in secrecy. He has a feeling that a lot of powerful people around the globe will be exposed of something if someone will interrogate Markus of his so-called consultation and security firm.
"What is it?" He asked after watching Markus put his phone inside the inner pocket of his suit.
"Someone saw your father-in-law in a private gambling room.."
"That's my father-in-law indeed. Could not walk away from a gambling table."
Markus half turned his stance to face him and asked. "How do you want to handle it?"
