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PREMIUM TALK BOSS (SAMPLE CHAPTER 1)
Kweku Dan thought the rectangular plate of food looked so sumptuous. It was finely presented in an artistic and gourmet style, steaming dark red with heat. The fresh sizzling beef had just recently been cooked. Barbecued ribs flavored and seasoned, covered in spicy meat sauce, and finger licking white bones were only a portion of his meal. Amber stuffing with what appeared to be very exceptionally long and slender white rice was garnished on the side of the plate.
Kweku Dan reached for the crystal goblet, drinking purple nectar with strong gulps. His charcoal black skin color glistened in the blue, light-filled room lavishly laid out with an assortment of tables and chairs seated to near capacity.
Female exotic dancers were gyrating on small stages at various corners of the room. All of them had colorful, exotic-looking tattoos adorning their bodies. They interpreted the music being played with strong, sensual grace and erotic body expressions. Some had sky blue hair, some silver blended with strips of black. And others had pink mixed with blonde hairstyles.
A waitress approached Kweku Dan at his table and asked, “Shall I bring you more purple berry nectar? It’s the perfect drink for your rib dinner.” Her voice was friendly and energetic.
“Yes, more will be fine.” Kweku Dan responded in between chewing a portion of generously sauced and seasoned barbecued rib.
In a few minutes the waitress reappeared carrying a uniquely designed bottle in her hands. This medium sized, twisting glass sculpture looked expensive and eye catching. Inside the abstract glass bottle, purple berry nectar flowed, to the delight of Kweku Dan, who enjoyed it so much. The pretty waitress happily poured its liquid contents into Kweku Dan’s crystal goblet colored in dark hues by the blue light.
“And pour it to the brim for the journey ahead is meandering!” The waitress quickly responded to Kweku Dan’s request and poured the purple nectar until it reached the brim of his crystal goblet.
At the center of Kweku Dan’s table was a device that resembled a crystal ball resting upon a golden stand, a standard communication device found at the center of every table in this lounge. Suddenly, the crystal ball began to pulsate with rhythm and light, and a holographic image appeared with a message. “Kweku Dan, how much Imperium Gold can you transport in that fancy starship of yours?” the message began. “You’re one of the few traders I know of that always follows through on what they say…”