Unlike the others, Eli sat with her legs on the table and her arms behind her head.
“What is this?” Rayla asked directly about the purpose of the gathering.
“I’m the president,” Eli said, taking sunglasses out of her bag, putting them on, then taking a cigar out and lighting it, but the tobacco didn’t suit her taste, and after coughing heavily, the girl threw it in the corner of the room.
“I’m leaving,” Mira got up from her seat and tried to leave the room, but when she found herself in the sights of a gun in Eli’s hand, she sat back down. “Okay…”