"What is going on around here?" Andrew asked as soon as he reached Sean's second club, where the man told him he was.
Andrew looked around, and to say he was surprised would be an understatement.
The once prestigious club was nearly destroyed. The tables were upturned, the chairs and sofas thrown around randomly, and bottles broken on the ground, while the strong smell of liquor lingered in the air.
It almost looked like a mob had attacked the place and destroyed it. Even a thing like a chandelier was pulled down on the ground, its shards everywhere.
A few cleaners were already working on cleaning the area, but it was still unsightly.
Sean, who had been talking to the manager and trying to convey how he was the major shareholder and the club was owned by the Turner family, and that they were the decision makers, turned to look at his friend.
"Bro, thank god you are finally here. Look what has happened," Sean rushed to Andrew.
Andrew looked around and nodded at him.
