Chapter 280 - The Distillery (1/2)
It was five in the afternoon when Olivia arrived at The Distillery. She gave Emily a call, informing the latter of her presence in the parking lot.
Unsure if she should barge in the premises of the bar, Olivia opted to wait for her gal pal instead.
A soft knock on the car's window told Olivia that her service arrived. She rolled down the windowpane and saw Emily grinning like a Cheshire cat.
”Let's goooo!” Emily cheered, rushing Olivia to move along. ”Ava's inside too. I told her you were coming, and she wanted to tag along.”
Olivia side-eyed Emily, and the latter explained, ”Don't worry about us. We will just make sure everything's set and you have all the place to yourself.”
Taking her gal pal's word of honor, Olivia kept mum on their way to The Distillery.
”Welcome to my playground! Yeeey!” Emily spread her arms in a wingspan, presenting to Olivia the facade of the building.
It was a four-story brick building, housing liquors sourced from different countries. Each floor housed a selection of finely crafted liquors, ranging from wines to bourbons.
Olivia's eyes scanned the building. Her eyes flitted from the entrance to the topmost floor, then back to the inconspicuous double black door.
She heard of the place before and saw the business was registered in Maxen's name as well, but this was the first time she stepped foot inside the infamous bar in Nisia.
Olivia didn't feel the need to check in on the place before because Maxen avoided the place like it carried some kind of plague.
However, after hearing Emily's stories, Olivia naturally felt as if she had to see the place for herself.
That night was her once in a lifetime chance to sneak inside a past that Maxen buried six feet underground.
She knew she would never get another chance ever seeing the mid-century modern interior of The Distillery.
The clean lines and upholstered leather seats, perfect for a true gentleman, adorned the place.
Nodding her head in appreciation, the lobby alone reeked of opulence and power, a testament that only those at the top of the food chain could afford the membership in the place.
Emily eagerly dragged Olivia into her castle. The ground floor was the receiving area.
A u-shaped bar was strategically placed in the center, surrounded by a sea of espresso-colored sofa sets.
Explaining as they sn.a.k.e.d to the other end of the building where the elevators are, Emily explained the floor plan of the premises.
”The second floor is for booths providing privacy for members. The third floor is the cigar room, and the fourth floor is the bar,” Emily chirped, clapping her hands.
Olivia just smiled at her friend, but deep inside, her heart was slamming in her c.h.e.s.t because of nervousness.
Boarding the elevator car, Olivia scrunched her nose when Emily didn't press any of the numerical buttons.
”Where are we going exactly?” Olivia asked.
”Oh. We're going to letter D.”
”I can see that. But what does it stand for?”