15: Gabriel Stoken Winer

"Alonso, good morning. How was your night?"

"Don't bother me, I don't want to be woken up while I'm sleeping. I'm tired of warning you," Alonso was covered in silk sheets that had his name stamped on them. He was speaking rudely to one of his subordinates.

"But, Boss Alonso asked us to let him know if we heard anything new about the plan."

"What? Then why didn't you say so? Even for that, you're shitty," Alonso got out of bed and started to get dressed.

"But Boss..."

"Shut your mouth. Don't tell me anything," Alonso put a few drops of oil in his hair while combing his hair and looking at the mirror.

"Pff! Pff!" sprayed his chest and neck with perfume and left the room.

Inside a dark room, a pilot was talking to Alonso, as if they were in a business meeting.

"Just assure me that my family will be supported if I don't make it."

"The money is already in your account. I'll just wait for the news."

"On this tragic November morning, the multi-millionaire Mr Magnum died. His helicopter crash
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