Atlas took him to the door that was a couple doors away from Sebastian. Atlas pressed in the password for the buttons, and he pushed the door open.
The man behind him said, "That's harsh. Besides, you can at least tell me your name, and I will forget about being almost accused here for harassment from that bastard."
Both of them entered the room where they saw the large, dark grey curtains that were thick and large and touched the shiny wooden floor.
Atlas smiled indifferently and responded, "You're not paying for spending the night here, including for one of my customers that was injured. I think we are even."
Atlas turned around at the sound of approaching footsteps toward him. The man was larger and bigger than him.
The man's ugly scar on his forehead only made him more intimidating in the dim light. The man's gleam in his eyes bored into him like a blade. "You can call me Brendon."
