Lynch sat at the table with a relaxed posture, listening to the president of the Workers' Union deliver a long opening speech. The content was nothing more than how society would collapse if the workers weren't helped, which was overall quite dull, as people hear this emphasized daily but it never sparks more resonance.
When he was almost finished speaking, the president finally said, "We had previously contacted City Hall, and both Mayor Landon and Mr. Ferrari suggested that perhaps you could offer us some assistance. May I ask impertinently, is the help they mentioned the kind I'm imagining?"
Lynch nodded slightly. He took out a box of cigarettes and looked questioningly. With a nod of confirmation from the president, he lit one.
"Ding"
A crisp and clear metallic resonance echoed through the room, lingering long, and only disappeared after Lynch took a deep drag of his cigarette and closed the lighter's cap.
