RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT

CHAPTER 160

"Fuck 'em!" Malakai said, sliding his phone down the desk as he leaned back in his high-backed leather chair, propping his polished black boots up on the ornate mahogany desk.

The spacious office was dimly lit, the warm glow of a single table lamp casting shadows across the fine furnishings. He took a long, slow drag from the cigarette clenched between his fingers, the end glowing ember-red as he exhaled a plume of smoke through his nose.

The silence was interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Malakai didn't look up, simply drawling in his deep, gravelly voice, "Come in."

The door creaked open, and a young man in a crisp black suit poked his head inside, bowing deferentially.

"What do you want?" Malakai asked.

"Sir, there is a lady here to see you." The young man replies quickly.

Malakai gulped down the cup of alcohol which burned down his throat, "Who is she?" he asked.

"We have been asking her what her name is, but she refuses to reveal her ide