The Allegany Mountain Summit Club was situated on a mountaintop on the outskirts of Pittsburgh, overlooking the entire city's nightscape.
This was the private domain of Pittsburgh's powerful elite.
Its membership roster included all of the city's most influential figures.
Bankers, lawyers, CEOs of major corporations, and the heirs of old-money families that went back generations.
An ordinary citizen of Pittsburgh could struggle their entire life and never set foot through its doors.
Leo, wearing his second-hand suit, arrived at the club's heavily guarded main gate in a taxi.
He gave his name.
Only after the guard at the gate confirmed his identity over a walkie-talkie did the heavy, ornate iron gate swing open.
A waiter in a tuxedo was already waiting at the entrance.
He led Leo through a long corridor lined with classical oil paintings and into a private cigar lounge.
