Perhaps she was alerting her fellow evildoers, Miriam thought. If it were a normal message that didn’t involve some ulterior motives, she wouldn't be so intense typing it.Miriam shifted the gears smoothly with efficient grace as she drove out of the parking garage, Ms. Serfa seated comfortably on the driver’s seat.There was an awkward silence in the air as Miriam drove before she thought that she should lighten up the mood a bit.“So, Mrs. Serfa, do you have a man? I mean a husband,” she asked, a friendly smile on her face.“Oh, erm, I used to have a husband but I no longer have, he’s dead,” Ms. Serfa responded.“Oh, so sorry about that,” Miriam consoled. “That must have been very difficult for you to bear.”Ms. Serfa paused for a while as if thinking of what to say next before she responded. “No, actually. It was not difficult at all. His death was probably the best thing that happened to me.”Miriam furrowed her eyebrow in surprise. “How is that?”“He was scum - a poor little thi
"What do you mean I am wasting my time?” Ms. Serfa queried, her eyes filled with dread. “I need you to get me out of here. Do you know that what you are doing is kidnap? You can't force me to go wherever with you?”Ms. Serfa knew that there was a lot of danger her way but she tried to play it down a little with her words. She thought that an assumption that Miriam perhaps didn't know what she was doing was going to make her change her mind.Miriam went silent again, her eyes cold and evil.“Just tell me where are we going? I am ready to play it cool with you if you can tell me what this is all about,” Ms. Serfa spoke with fear again.A smirk played at the corner of Miriam’s lips as she heard Ms. Serfa’s words before she zoomed the car toward a corner and parked it. They had finally reached a place where there was a building after passing through many bushes and forests. It was an abandoned warehouse, one of the places Paul had told her that he intended to set up a new branch of his
"Now tell me, who do you work for?” Miriam asked.Ms. Serfa bowed her head in silence, uttering no words to Miriam’s question.“Now, you see, that is a very dangerous thing to do. I don't cope well with being ignored. When I ask you a question, I expect an immediate answer,” Miriam seethed.Ms. Serfa raised her head, her face tinged with tiredness. “I work for you, have you forgotten soon? I am your employee and that of the Imperial Society —-”Ms. Serfa could barely complete her statement when she heard a loud thud on her cheek. The slap sent her hair flinging out as she felt the pain deep in her cheekbones.“Now, I will ask one more time. Who do you work for?” Miriam asked again, her eyes burning with hatred.Ms. Serfa let out a low growl, her body still feeling the effect of the slap.“And why are you so interested in knowing the people I work for, eh?” Ms. Serfa said admittedly but a hint of stubbornness still felt in her voice.Miriam delivered a devastating blow, her fist connec
"Why don't you tell me? I mean, you work for the Kazi—-whatever you guys call yourself. You must know who killed my parents —-”“Haha, so this is about your daddy and mummy,” Ms. Serfa uttered mockingly.The way Ms. Serfa uttered the words ‘daddy’ and ‘mummy’ sent a shiver down Miriam’s spine as she could tell that she was trying to make fun of it.POW! POW! POW!With a burst of tension, Miriam pumped Ms. Serfa with ruthless brutality, her blows landing with a heartless force. Miriam’s face was contorted in a cold and heartless rage as she struck also with her baton.The hits kept coming thick and fast on Ms. Serfa’s face which now had blood drooling from it. Ms. Serfa crumpled at the force of the assault, her arms raised in a futile attempt to defend herself. Her breath was coming in short gasps as she struggled against the ropes tying her down.Grabbing her by her dress, she yelled. “Tell me, who the bastard is in your organization who killed my parents? Tell me!”Miriam spat her w
Ms. Serfa’s voice was dragging along as her eyes were half-closed and bruised. “It's such a pity because you are too late.”A feeling of danger crept into Miriam’s body as Ms. Serfa mentioned her being too late. Had the Kazitanis agent already reached the abandoned warehouse? She peeked at the windows to check if they were close. Had the three minutes elapsed?“Oh, I am not talking about the people who are coming to rescue me and most likely kill you,” Ms. Serfa said. “I am talking about another danger - another one that is already in place.”Miriam heaved a sigh. Ms. Serfa was proving to be a handful. What again was she talking about?With her voice dragging and weary, Ms. Serfa continued. “I am talking about the latest shipment. It has been mixed with dangerous substances capable of killing a person at the mere taste of it.”“The latest beverages that we packaged for export are contaminated, hahaha. And don't think that you can do anything about it because it is too late now, haha,
Hey, stop here. I can see footprints from there,” the hitman pointed to a path where there were footprints.“Oh, wow, I can see it, the useless woman was definitely here.”Miriam sprang up from her hiding place, her hands raised in a desperate gesture. “I am here,” she said frantically.“Get her! Bound her up,” the hitmen quickly went to her and bound her wobbling her through the swamp as they got back into the warehouse.They tied her to a pole with thick ropes while she struggled to no avail for freedom.“Oh, like I said, you are a victim,” Ms. Serfa said - she was at the warehouse waiting for her colleagues to come back with a bound Miriam. “There is no way you or Paul can win against us. If only you know the extent of damage we are still yet to do against you.”Miriam’s breathing was ragged with exhaustion as she could barely move due to the impact of the rope used to tie her up.***Paul had gotten to Bivas' group after the event he had that led to Mr. Timber bowing to him.Peopl
Jude Bournemouth was in prison as far as he could recall after he got arrested while confessing.“Yes, Mr. Leonard. Should I let him in? He has passed through the security protocol.”“But didn't he mention a name to you?” Paul asked.“Yes, he did. He called himself as Jude.”Paul flinched, his eyes darting back and forth as his breath caught in his throat. “And you are sure he mentioned that name?”“Yes, Boss. He mentioned the name clearly. He said you will know the name when I mention it.”“Alright, let him in,” Paul spoke.In a few seconds, Jude Bournemouth walked in elegantly. He looked differently from the last time. He now had a huge beard on him and his skin was clearer - not reminiscent of someone who spent some time in prison.“Oh, good day, Mr. Leonard,” Jude chuckled, his eyes beaming with a calculated amusement as he looked around as if inspecting the office.“Good day, Mr. Bournemouth,” Paul responded.“Long time no see, right?” Jude said, a smirk forming on his face. “You
“You can say whatever you want to say but the fact remains the same and you have to pay Monarch Thompson 300 million dollars,” Jude affirmed.“To hell with you and the monarch! Why would a monarch even secure the release of prisoners? You were arrested for serious financial crimes and the Bournemouth family is known for such crimes. People like you should rot in jail and it is only a matter of time before Monarch Thompson starts regretting working with people like you.”Jude’s lips curled into a smirk. “You have a nice suit on you though,” he teased.“What exactly has my suit got to do with the issue we have at hand.”“Oh, perhaps it has got everything to do with it,” he uttered with a calculative smile. “You used to wear tattered clothes in those days, remember?”Paul bit his lips in fury before he folded his hands in a bit to contain his anger and remain patient.“First of all, the venue with which you held the event of your Grandpa Leonard’s birthday ceremony was owned by him. He o