"You bought the building?" The receptionist asked.
"Yes, I am determined."
The man snorted. "Fine, your club fees are $40,000 a month. Is that a problem?"
"Not at all." Brax chuckled. The lawyer had handed him the lease agreement with the club, and that was the amount they had to pay in rent every month.
"Alright, you can join. I am the owner of this club by the way. The name is Anthony Vindel but you can call me Tony."
"I am Brax Tomlin. When can I start?"
"Come on back, no point in waiting."
Brax followed Tony into the gym as the owner began to explain the club.
"We focus on several types of hand to hand combat here, we do a little bit of empty hand, but most practices involve small weapons like daggers or stilettos. Almost all of our members come from the military or dangerous walks of life. Don't come crying to me if they don't give you face. I am only letting you join so we don't have to shut down."