"Sir, we are running late" Sophie muttered tapping her feet eagerly trying to move Tristan who was busy with his mobile to the meeting room where delegates are seated waiting for
"Francis, I need information about Ceaser" Tristan spoke to the other person on the call.
"Sir, Ceaser is a petty money lender. He is.." Francis was about to say something more but Tristan stopped him.
"Money lender who has goons, is he into any activities that comes under the radar of illegal?" Tristan quizzed.
"Of course Sir, money lending is something he does on foreground. Behind that he is a supplier of our cartels and all. He climbed positions from being a mere street side mob handler to a position where he is maintaining his own men. He always looked up to you and is one of the persons who was sincere with the rules. He never exempted his duty nor did he.." Francis went on speaking about Ceaser.
