Underground gambling

@Jackson Wang Chaeeun found herself standing in front of the large, double doors of the underground gambling building. She cocked her head to the side before glancing back at the now parked ruby red 2015 Mustang GT and inhaled deeply. Just what in the world was her father thinking when he decided, without her consent, to send his only daughter off to some mere stranger, Chaeeun wouldn't know. "What the hell is going on," The teenager mumbled to herself, raised a hand up and ran her fingers through the chestnut brown hair as a deep groan escaped her lips. "I am so going to give him a piece of my mind once this stupid meeting or whatever you wanna call it, is over and done with. Once and for all." With that being said, Chaeeun turned the door handle and opened the heavy door, a head peeking out between the small ajar space.

"Holy ," She swore. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the scene before her, the place was packed with people playing cards games of all kinds. They were even gambling. "Why was I summoned to a place likes this?" This place didn't look somewhere someone, a normal person that is, would hold a meeting. Now that Chaeeun thought about it, this gambling station was one of the many stations located in the underground for the mafia. "So this is mafia related eh?" that old man. He was a crafty thing when he wanted to be, and right now, all Chaeeun wanted to do was turn around and pretend she wasn't here in the first place. To pretend this was all but a dream, a bad dream.