His domineering temperament rendering him as the most important person. His lethal presence portraying that the man has walked out straight from tenth levels of Hell. His lethargic stance clinching his authority as everyone around him was stiff as conscious of his divine identity.
"Well that's how it is when it comes to with politicians", said Adam pensively.
The girl peeked slightly at them through hole in the rag as they continued to converse. All she saw was black boots-lots of black boots. She could make out that they were all dressed expensively, in black. They looked like important men. But it was obvious they were no decent men to be there at the time of night. Her closest speculation was they belonged to mafia.
If that was true then she was in real danger now. If they find out about her, they won't consider twice before killing her. They might abduct her and sell her to a brothel and that would be more horrible that death.
Reflecting at her position, she tried to stay as quiet as possible. These men had nothing to do with her and she must not get discovered. Time passed, she didn't know how long she stayed at her place.
Other party arrived, discussed things she didn't understand and had no interest in. Then the other party left. Finally it seemed like they were also going to leave but at the last time something unexpected happened.