The mark was truly ugly enough to make anyone scream out of their lungs. Mr. Billing wondered how strangely he didn't feel any pain in that area of his legs and until he saw the mark, he wouldn't have been sure which of his legs was bitten by the snake.Griffith settled back with a deadly air of satisfaction, his lips quirking with a grin of achievement. “Oh! Mr. Billing, like I said before already, you ask too many questions.”“Sometimes all you need to do is to relax, eh? Just relax - you are alive already. At least, that has to count for something, doesn't it?”Mr. Billing was still darting back and forth with fear and trembling.“All of us have the same mark you see on your legs so you are not alone. It is a sign that you have been initiated into our family,” Griffith explained.“Family? You call yourself a family?” Mr. Billing asked, his eyes wide open in terror.“Yes, of course. Or a cult? Or an organization? Whichever you feel more comfortable with. What matters is that you are
A smug smile escaped from Griffith’s lips. “Don't worry, I will show you what I am talking about soon. You don't get it now but you will, I am sure.”“And the mark, does it get to clear off?” Mr. Billing asked again. He wasn't ready to let go of the idea that the mark could be erased. He could imagine how he would cringe at himself seeing the useless mark on his body every day. How would he look at himself in the mirror when he wakes up every morning knowing that he has a very ugly scar on his leg?Griffith smiled in response. “Don't worry about the scar. It's the same for every one of us. Wait a bit, I will show you.”Griffith walked to the door of the hospital room and called out three of his men - Dwight, Uqaman, and Zonam. “Dwight, call you guys in here and I need three of you in here.”The way Griffith called his men made Mr. Billing realize that the hospital room where he was wasn't quite far from the crime organization he visited - in fact, it might just be in the same building
“Are you serious?” Mr. Billing asked, his eyes wide open with interest.“Of course, this is no joke at all. The kind of war that I have with the Greysons would continue with my precious son, Kumar even after I die - it is that serious.”“It's a long story but I will try to break it down for you okay?” Griffith said. This time around, his composure looked nicer and he wasn't laughing and making a mockery of Mr. Billing any longer. He was more patient to explain things to him and Mr. Billing was beginning to feel more comfortable.“You see, the name Jamal which has always been that of my ancestors up to my generation had always been special. I am Jamal Griffith but my great ancestor which originated from my lineage was Jamal.”“He was a great Syrian army - he fought and killed many people for the great cause of freedom for his people from the oppression of neighboring countries who wanted to bully his people.”“Jamal was known all over the world during his time for being one of the bes
“They vowed to do anything in their power to make sure that Idliba doesn't get to own the sword. They couldn't understand why Jamal would choose the youngest grandson when he had other children and grandchildren who were thought to be more mature and capable.”“It was very unfortunate but this led to wars among Jamal’s children and grandchildren. They fought for the sword for many years and possession was exchanged among his heirs for many years.”“On one occasion the war was taken place on a very high mountain but beneath the mountain was an ocean. When the fight got so intense, the sword fell off the mountain and into the ocean and that was how it got lost.”“Many decades, even centuries later, deep-water divers found the sword and extracted it and since then it was hidden in a museum in a land where no man could enter.”Griffith heaved a sigh of relief after explaining the story, his eyes gleaming with a desire to explain.“Wow, that is a wonderful story but I still don't see how i
Mr. Billing watched with intent as the ladies were telling Griffith something but it seemed as if they were still whispering. It seemed like what they were telling Griffith was for his ears alone and not for any other person.Their conversation soon transitioned into a murmur of voices as they whispered words with a flow of urgency and a whisper of secrecy.Mr. Billing remained patient and thought that it was nothing. After all, when did Griffith’s private affairs start becoming his problem? He asked himself before laying back on his bed but checking the wall clock to determine the time he was going to leave the hospital and Mr. Griffith’s whole residence.Almost 10 minutes had passed and they were still whispering words to each other. He wondered what was going on and this time his curiosity was heightened like never before. Mr. Billing's fingers dropped with an inquisitive tap of speculation. He noticed that one of the ladies talking to Griffith was intentionally backing him as if
“Wine, beverages, and building materials,” Mr. Billing responded. “These are our major sources of profit and Alan knowing that our consumers are basically the same decided to sell the same products that we do. Why can't he just f**k off? Why does he have to always show that he is some important personality?”“I think he just wants people to change the perception around him but what he doesn't know is that he is my errand boy and even though he somehow became a wealthy figure, his roots remain as someone who is rejected. I will do anything to make him crumble at my feet.”The reality of his daughter, Rose being dead crashed into Mr. Billing again and his face contorted with a desire for vengeance.“Yihaaaaah!” He groaned loudly again, his voice loud with pain and agony as he punched his fist to the wall.PAOH!With a ferocious roar, Mr. Billing unleashed fury on the wall close to him with a powerful blow that shattered the wall, forming a huge hole in between.The punch was so hard tha
Alan got to his office the next day in low spirits. His countenance was very dampened and there were a lot of things that he left halfway done. That was very unlike him because he liked to pay attention to every little detail. But things felt different that day. He couldn't help but think about Rose and how she died at the hands of Mr. Lawrence. Perhaps things would have been different if she had maintained a more quiet composure.Even though Mr. Lawrence was jealous about the fact that he couldn't stop Rose from tilting towards Alan and choosing him over himself, he couldn't have given her another chance and not killed her based on the illusion that he was married to her.Perhaps if that illusion had sold out to Mr. Lawrence, Rose would not have died. Alan recalled how Rose blurted out Mr. Lawrence’s secret before she died. The experience was a haunting echo that played in Alan’s mind like a never-ending movie marathon.The way Rose wasn't afraid of death as long as she told the pe
That would only mean that the boy was the one with Rose inside the elevator. If that was also true, then that would mean that the boy, whatever his name was, would be the one who told Rose about all the secrets that she knew.Alan’s brain swelled in a twitch of realization as his guts told him that there was no way that Rose would have known about Mr. Lawrence’s secrets if she had not made some friendship with his son.His son must have known some things that no one else knows and he must have told Rose about it, Alan thought. Or could Rose have known those secrets herself? Could she have discovered the truth about Mr. Lawrence herself?Whatever the truth was, Alan swore in his mind that he was going to uncover it and use it against Mr. Lawrence.But his muscles were feeling a little tight and he felt a need to take a run.He looked through the window and he saw that the hint of dawn was still over the horizon as the air was chilly and still. It wasn't 6:00 am yet and he felt that he