“Thanks,” Dietrich took a seat, setting his bag down near his feet. He tactically didn’t continue the conversation of bringing the Café to doom. While Dietrich didn’t care for what happened to these people, but he rather kept a low profile until he settled. Destroying a building and killing the employees was an unsubtle beginning. He didn’t have Isaak’s fondness for theatrical events. The Magician sure liked his grand entrances. “I’d take black coffee.”
Reaching out for the discarded newspaper, Dietrich scanned the headlines. “I remember you telling me you are a businessman, hmm? What does your company produce?”