'Room 9… room 9…'
Kiernan navigated through the VIP rooms and soon came across the room with number nine etched on the door.
He knocked, and without further ado, the door went open.
It was a well-furnished room, like all VIP rooms were. A table stood in the middle of the room, a banquet of food laid out with silver platters and crystal glasses, and at the end, a man in a suit was sitting.
"Oh, you're here. Please, enter."
Bernard said with a gentle smile, then enjoyed some red wine and took some savory bites of the food in front of him.
"It's you…"
Kiernan frowned, entered the room, and took a seat on the other side of the table. He didn't touch the silverware or the food in front of him.
"My father sent me a text to come here. Where is he?"
"I don't know where your father is. I've friends in Irio's phone service companies, so I called for a favor and made them send a text from your father's phone to yours.