<div style="text-align: justify;">Lorenzo Martinelli<br/><br/>Le Nuit was one of the many places Lorenzo was used to frequent. It was not too far from his home, and he knew the owner well enough to get a reservation without actually needing one. It was good to be who he was.<br/><br/>That night, as always, Lorenzo had phoned the restaurant and informed that he would need to use one of the private rooms for a meeting. His meetings were always held in places like that, where he couldn't be seen or heard, and the man never expected to hear a no as an answer. <br/><br/>As expected, he had been told that yes, there was a room he could use, and it would be ready for him whenever. Lorenzo thanked the man - he was very polite when he wanted to be - and let him know he would only be bringing one guest.<br/><br/>The two men arrived at Le Nuit shortly after ten, and were led to the private room by one of the waitresses. The meeting started out normally and peacefully.<br/><br/>The men had dinner and drinks, and then finally started discussing business. The man Lorenzo had invited to the meeting had been giving him less than his cut on some deals, and Lorenzo planned on giving him a chance to confess and make it up to him. Martinelly always tried to be fair to his men.<br/><br/>This one didn't want to admit his wrongdoing, though, and Lorenzo hated lying. It was the man's lie that made him lose his temper. The action was swift, as it usually happened with Lorenzo. Once he noticed there was some damage done to the room, he rang for someone to come in.<br/><br/>When Scarlett walked in the room, she would probably see something she wouldn't expect. The man who had rang for someone was standing up, some blood splattered on his white shirt, and the other one was on the floor, his face basically bashed in. The man who was standing didn't seem worried, though.<br/><br/>"I apologize for this. My friend had an accident", a deep voice murmured, politely. "I will pay for the damage, as I believe the carpeting will have to be replaced. Will you please let the owner know? As for you... what is your price to forget what you have seen?".<br/><br/>After speaking, the man fell silently and waited for the woman to answer his question. Hopefully she wouldn't be one of those stupid girls who insisted that the police should be called.</div>