"How about I fix you up to work with me, or for me? You decide, but anyway you choose, you will be earning some cool cash," Don Black said to Greg. Greg rolled his eyes. Yet another job offer. Did he want to work with or for Don Black?Greg looked at Don Black. "As in, I should be a gangsta boss or a gangsta bodyguard?" He asked sheepishly. "Oh spare me the judgment, Greg. Am I a gangsta? Are you trying to call me a gangsta?" Don Black asked. Greg chuckled and glared at Don Black with surprise. "Are you saying you are not one?" He asked. "Tell me, who is a gangsta? Who do you define as a gangsta?" Don Black put down his glass of rum by a side stool and asked. Greg assessed Don Black closely."Someone like you. Dresses like you. Has fierce, troublemaking bodyguards around like you. I don't know the nature of your business, but I bet you sell drugs, right? Like a gangsta," Greg said. Don Black laughed a high-pitched squeal for a while and smacked his palm on his lap. "I wish I
Hours had passed, and Lucy had still not woken up after her surgery. "Doctor, please check her again. She has been asleep for more than eight hours. What is really going on, is she okay?" Margaret Ban asked with fright. The doctor smiled gently. "The anesthesia I gave to her before commencing the surgery is one of the strongest around. Don't worry she would be awake soon. In another hour plus, she should wake up," the doctor said.While he was saying this, one of the nurses poked her head out of the ward that Lucy was kept in."The patient has woken up, doctor," the nurse announced.Margaret Ban's eyes gleamed excitedly. Finally, she had heard good news. The doctor started to pace to Lucy's ward, and Margaret Ban followed hurriedly behind him. "Ma'am, wait for a bit, let me check her first and see if she can receive visitors," the doctor turned around to tell Margaret Ban when he saw that she was following him. "Oh, not again, doctor. I want to see my daughter, please. I can't w
"Drive!" Mr. Ban suddenly ordered his driver. The driver rolled the car out of the parking lot of the hospital, confused as to where they were headed, and found it difficult to ask Mr. Ban because he saw how furious Mr. Ban was.The driver drove the car to the freeway and faced a random direction of Mr. Ban's company since he didn't know where they were headed. Before Mr. Ban knew it, they were in front of his company. He raised his head up when the car came to a halt and looked at the environment where they were in. "Who asked you to bring me to the company? Can you not see the time, and can't you tell that I'm starving? Take me to the restaurant at King's square," Mr. Ban roared. "I'm sorry sir," the driver muttered and pulled out of the driveway of Mr. Ban's company. The restaurant where Mr. Ban loved to eat was looking a bit busier than ever on this particular day.He looked out of the car window and frowned."Go in and find out what's happening. See if there is anything unu
"What is this?" Mr. Ban yelled and nearly tossed the heavy plate of food out of the waiter's hand. She yelped and hurriedly put it back on the tray. Something told her that this dish was not Mr. Ban's favorite. The way that colleague of hers chuckled when she was passing by with the trolley, she suspected that something was fishy. "Are you new here? What horrible lobster are you serving me, this lady?" Mr. Ban cried. He was angry, and hungry too. "I'm so sorry sir. Yes, I'm new here. When I asked what your usual meal was, my colleague told me it was exactly this one," she replied with a faint tone. Mr. Ban heaved his chest a couple of times, trying to get rid of the anger that was brewing menacingly inside him. She was just a waiter who had made a mistake, and nothing more. She could easily change the food. "Change it!" Mr. Ban snapped."Return everything as it is apart from those cruel lobsters. I hate them," he added. "Okay, sir. I apologize," the waitress said as she wheele
"Damien!" Charles Ban's playful voice could be heard from the other side of the phone line as soon as Mr. Ban picked up. Not like Mr. Ban had anything against Charles, but currently, his mind was too occupied to deal with Charles' fast-paced countenance. "Charles, what can I do for you? I know you only call when you need something," Mr. Ban said. "Oh, come on, don't sound like Margaret. Anyway, I just booked a ticket. I miss home and I'm coming back!" Charles Ban said with a stubborn tone. "What the hell are you talking about?" Mr. Ban asked with a greasy voice. He leaned forward and rested his elbow on his right lap, ruffling his hair warily. "I've not been home in five years, Damien, I'm sure anybody that has grudges against me has forgotten about me," Charles replied. Mr. Ban chuckled with sarcasm and shook his head. "You think so?" He asked Charles. "Damien, I'm 23 now. I'm a big boy and I can handle myself," Charles insisted. "You cannot handle shit, Charles. Stay over t
Three days had passed, and Greg's life had supposedly returned to normal. Although, Lucy had not called him, and she was not answering his calls either. Greg wondered about this until he decided to give up. He was back working at the warehouse.Oftentimes, he would take a daring look outside, imagining that Lucy would strut in with her usual nonchalant demeanor but it never happened. It didn't bother Greg anymore because he thought that Lucy had grown tired of him. Especially because of the horrendous viral video that had mysteriously disappeared from his phone. "You care to come with me to the Vanity Place Tonight?" Greg's colleague dared to ask him. "What? Are you out of your mind?" Greg asked sharply, wondering why his colleague dared to ask him that sort of abominable question. "My mentor is having his birthday bash there, he will ensure everyone's security and not let any gangs come at each other. He's a strong force in the city," Greg's colleague bragged.A strong force?G
''He heard you,'' Pedro turned around to look at his girlfriend and told her with anger. Pedro's girlfriend tried to hide her guilt. While Greg was gathering his belongings and talking to Pedro about leaving, she hid in a corner of the living room, glaring at Greg and wondering if he had heard her or if it was indeed a coincidence that had occurred. ''He did not!'' she replied to Pedro's accusation. Greg went back to his house impromptu. ''Damn!'' he muttered as he opened the door and the heavy stench of dormancy hit him. Just then, his phone rang. Greg looked at his phone and saw that it was Don Black. He heaved a deep sigh. ''I'm sending someone to pick you up. There is someone I would like you to meet,'' Don Black said. Greg had already promised Don Black that he would think about accepting a decent job from him, and as far as Don Black was concerned, that was the same thing as a yes to joining his gang. So he had something in store for Greg from that day onwards. They h
At the city airport, by 6 AM, an aircraft landed from abroad. The departure hall of the international wing immediately became restless when they announced this flight. Apparently, more than half of the people at the departure wing were waiting for commuters of this particular air taxi. Charles Ban, wearing an oversized black hoodie, stepped out of the plane, looked around, and put on dark glasses, even though the sun was not out at that time. As expected, it took a while before he located his luggage among the thousands that were displayed on the carrier. ''Harpers Inn!'' Charles said to the taxi driver as he hopped into the back seat of the car after putting his luggage behind. The driver twitched his eyes. The location Charles asked him to drive to was a high-brew area.He tried to peer at Charles through the rearview mirror, to see the person that was going to that sort of place at that time of the day. Charles looked obviously young, he was in his early twenties, so he didn'