A various group of mobsters sat around on metal grey folding chairs in a circle. Some were of high rank, their bodyguards quietly standing in a corner arms folded. 

Petra delicately sat in one of the chairs in a soft voice, " So here, your position in life and your rank stays left behind everytime you attend these meetings. In here you should be treated as a patient and not.."She gets interrupted with Marley rushing in, jumping into an open seat. 

Raising an eyebrow, Petra knew recognized him from before, and from reading the newspapers. She calmly continued on, " So here you shall remain anonymous henceforth as you talk about your life."

A gangster sitting next to Marley, drops his donut in shock and nervousness. There was an awkward silence as the cops made garbled noises outside the glass windows, sirens blasting by. 

She watched as Marley pretend nodded and clapped enthusiastically then jumped out his seat once the cops left. Her heart raced.