TAKAHASHI
The first thing I heard was the clucking of a woman's stiletto against the asphalt. It was a sure sign that Mister Alfredo Buenaventura did not bail out on our deal.
Angling my head towards the direction where I heard the sound, I found the burly man walking towards me, his secretary following behind him together with five of his men.
The cold breeze brushed through my face, letting me taste the salty tang from the nearby sea.
We were at a port owned by one of the members of the Golden Island, a very convenient asset to have, I might add.
I can't help the smirk from forming across my lips. It has been a year. It has already been a year since I had taken the reins on the Golden Island and business had never been better.
Plastering a serene smile, I gestured for Paul who was standing beside me to hand me the case, extending my right hand in the process as Alfredo Buenaventura neared the spot we were in, the clucking of his secretary's heels getting louder.
