Lance gnawed on the last piece of meat on the lamb rib, "Of course, we are family, there's nothing you can't ask."
Elvin's voice wasn't very loud, and he spoke slowly, just so he could stop at any moment, "about the nightclub and... those bars."
Lance took a hot towel from the girl's hand, wiped his face and hands, "You mean that it's a loss for us to only get thirty percent of the profits, right?"
He said thank you and returned the hot towel to the girl.
Others looked towards him; he knew this was also what everyone had been keeping to themselves these past few days, "Do you think I'm going to persuade you to accept this unfair distribution?"
"No, I won't persuade you, nor will I persuade myself. It's an unfair method of distribution, but there's nothing we can do to resist."
"Because we are facing not just one Eric, but also his uncle behind him, the ruler of this city, our esteemed Mayor!"