"Here's the coffee, sir!" Frans said giving coffee as Edward wanted. Exit the coffee shop and meet Edward when he was about to enter the shop.
"Wow... thank you, Uncle!" Edward said coffee that matched his request. "After this, what are our plans, Uncle?" Edward asked between sips of coffee.
"I don't know yet, sir! However, before your parents died, they both ordered you to always check all the financial statements in the companies that are held by your uncle and aunt, sir!"
Edward cleared his throat, "Then we're going there now!" The young man was too excited, his attitude was much different from before.
"Wait!" Frans held back Edward's steps which were somewhat rushed. "Not now, we have to devise a plan so that our destination isn't discovered!"
"What's the plan, Uncle?"
Frans was silent, he seemed to be thinking hard to come up with an idea. However, he was too old to come up with any good ideas and bring them up with Edward.
"For now, I haven't got it and--"
Drrrrt.
Grrrr.
The sound and vibration of the cell phone in Frans' pocket made him stop his sentence. He quickly took his cell phone out of his trouser pocket. His eyes widened slightly when he saw a name on the screen of his phone.
"What's wrong, Uncle? Why didn't you answer the phone?" Edward asked, who had been watching Frans' facial expressions.
"Aah ... nothing, Master!" said Frances. He looked nervous with the look on his face that was so visible in Edward's eyes. "You'd better go back to the office first, I'll catch up after talking to this person!"
Edward frowned. But right now he didn't want to suspect the old man who had served his office for a long time. "You can use the office I usually use!" said Frans.
"What? But Uncle, that's the study, isn't it, Uncle?"
"It's fine, Master, you don't need to hesitate to use it!" Frans slightly pushed Edward to get inside.
"Okay!" Edward followed Frans' words. But his eyes were still fixed on Frans who started talking to someone behind his cell phone. I don't know who? Edward was quite curious about the person who was talking to Frans. Because Frans's face looked serious with a frown.
"Aah ... no Edward. You shouldn't be suspicious of Uncle Frans. That man has contributed to your family so that your parents' company grew rapidly!" he whispered inside, trying to get rid of the negative thoughts that crossed his mind. Edward was starting to step into the lift when the door opened. His eyes glanced at Frans who was getting more serious talking.
"Actually, what did Uncle Frans talk about with that person? Does he have a problem with that person to the point that his face looks so serious? And this is the first time I've seen his face that serious!" thought the young man in the elevator. Again, he tried to avoid the bad thoughts.
And Frans, who was he talking to that made him look serious and made Edward suspicious?
It was a while ago when he had not received the call. He was very surprised to read the name of one of the robbers he hired. "How did Antonio know my cellphone number?" thought Frans frowning, his heart beating fast.
Frans rushed to receive the call when Edward entered the building. "Hello!" say hello Frans.
"Hello, good afternoon, Mr. Frans! How are you this afternoon?" asked Antonio casually.
"What do you want, huh? Didn't I tell you not to call me? And why did you have the presumptuousness to call me?"
"Wow... wow... hold on, Mr. Frans! You don't need to be afraid of me," Antonia answered calmly. But not Frans, he was afraid Edward would suspect or question Antonio's phone call.
"Quickly say what you want, and don't mince words!" Frans snapped, he was starting to get restless when he talked to Antonio for a long time. His eyes also glanced inward, he didn't want Edward to grow suspicious of him talking to Antonio for too long.
"All right, dear Mr. Frans, if that's what you want I'll tell you everything!" said Antonio while smoking his cigarette, the smoke billowing and soaring filled the room where he was. "I and the others want to ask for additional payment!" he continued, his tongue so easy to say those words.
"WHAT?" Francis was shocked. "I have paid everything according to the agreement we have agreed on, so, I will never give extra to you!" added Frans emphasizing every word he said.
"So this is your answer, Mr. Frans?"
"Yeah, it's better if you don't contact me anymore. You've finished your work, and I've finished your payment. So, you and I have nothing to do with anything or owe, understand?"
"I think that's the wrong answer, Monsieur Frans! You better do what I say before you regret it, old man!" threatened Antonio. And made Frank's heart beat faster. He didn't think it would get any longer. Not to mention the problem of one of the security guards who was killed by bullets that penetrated the security guard's brain and heart.
"You're threatening me?"
"Oh ... no, Mr. Frans. I'm just you answering the right of my questions!" replied Antonio.
France snorted. "How much do you want?"
Antonio burst out laughing, his threat managed to frighten Frans. "It turns out you're also smart, honorable Mr. Frans."
"Quickly tell me, I don't have much time to serve you!" Frans exclaimed, getting more annoyed and scared.
"We don't ask for much, Monsieur Frans!"
"How much? Talk to my move, I don't have time anymore!"
"One hundred and fifty million dollars!"
"WHAT?" Frans squealed when he heard the pretty fantastic number from Antonio. "Are you crazy? You're blackmailing me, huh?"
"I don't think so! Isn't that the number you gave Immanuel?" he said. Frans was again surprised by the words of the robber's boss.
"Damn, how did he know the money I gave to Immanuel? Could it be that bastard leaked the secret of the agreement between me and him?" he grumbled.
"How, sir? Are you going to transfer it?" asked Antonio confirmed.
"Fine, but not now! I'll transfer it to your account later this afternoon!"
"What's wrong with this afternoon, Uncle?"
sigh.
A voice he knew so well suddenly came from behind. Frans heard Antonio's voice faintly in his ear, he was more focused on the voice from behind him.
"This sound?" he whispered. Frans immediately ended his unfinished phone call, he didn't want his secret to be discovered by the person currently behind him.
"Uncle, who are you talking to?"
sigh.
sigh.
His heart didn't stop beating.
****
To Be Continued.