Trey who had cleanly assured that his whereabouts were covered by a believable alibi was then busy with his clandestine operations involving his Indonesian business partner. The big dealer had smuggled a huge consignment of drugs worth over 50 million rands, therefore, there was an urgent need to have them smartly liquidated since she needed to use the proceeds of their sales to pay for the precious stones that Trey had at his disposal. As they sat in her room after an intimate session, attention subsequently shifted from romance to business as Trey had to start the pending distribution programme forthwith.
"You are such an angel Trey, you have no idea how much I missed this sensual feeling" she complimented and declared as she got up to dress.
"Anytime my dear, you also make my world go round" he responded flatteringly as he looked at himself in the mirror while dressing.
"Let's get down to business, you said you also need some ivory, isn't it?" he asked as he settled on the bedside chair.
"Yes, of course, it's selling like hot buns in Asia Trey" she replied with conviction.
"That's not an issue, the only thing I cannot do is resuscitate a dead person, and you know that, isn't it" he pompously declared as he kissed his nodding partner in crime who had adopted a tamable way of carrying herself around him.
"You are the boss Trey" uttered the Indonesian as she registered her submissive disposition.
"No worries, let me handle the business," he said as reached for his iPad to hook up with his business connections.
As he dilly-dallyingly scrolled up and down the handset, the Indonesian resolved to go to the bar to have a shot of tequila leaving Trey behind to put things in order as quickly as possible. It was customary that whenever he carried out such operations he needed to be all by himself, and the Indonesian was by then aware of those lone mannerisms hence the strategic excuse to render him that discretion. In their dealings, all she always had to do was to name her commodity price and Trey would do the rest. What made him adore her so much was her flexibility when it came to any price reduction negotiations, which she was never part of, as such would enable him to manipulate the situation by pocketing additional money on top of his guaranteed kickbacks. His first contact had expressed an urgent interest in buying the whole contraband for 40 million rands instead of the required 50 million. Based on his expert assessment of the value of the available drugs, 10 million less was a nonstarter so he informed him to wait whilst he negotiated with the supplier, but that was not the case, the reality was that he was reaching for other potential buyers before stooping that low.
"Oh great" he typed on his WhatsApp chat as he replied to another buyer who had bided 45 million rands for the entire consignment of the cocaine and steroids.
"That's great, all she'll know is the highest bidder is offering 40 mil, 5 mil to Trey dollar" he uttered to himself as he relished the profit prospects of that deal.
He agreed to meet his buyer in an hour at a different location for the exchange of merchandise. Since it would take a 10 minutes ride to get to the agreed rendezvous, he still had over 30 minutes to network with regard to the ivory that his partner was in need of, let alone manipulate the charges as usual. As for the diamonds and gold supplies, he had high-quality stones worth over 1.5 billion rands at his personal disposal. As the biggest buyer in town, he had the audacity to exploit suppliers, most of whom were panners, on the basis of their desperation to have quick cash for their day-to-day expendables as they laboured and sweated in the abandoned mine trenches.
"Hey, I need ivory urgently" he typed on his phone.
He only had to wait for some seconds to get a reply because the recipient of the message was online.
"For how much boss?" the prospective supplier replied.
"How much worth of the stuff do you have?" he typed a question-answer.
"20 million, you know I am a big player" the ivory supplier boastfully declared.
"What if I pay 10 mil cash for everything?" he poked into negotiations.
"Why can't you make it 15 at least?" he responded with a negotiation inquiry.
"I need to check the quality first then" he responded probingly.
"I got heavy stuff, Big boss, you know I am the best in town" the prospective supplier responded with a self-proclamation of superiority.
"Best! So said who? Let's do it tomorrow morning then" he teased the buyer as he downplayed the self-proclamation.
"I will wait for your call boss" he humbly registered his expectations.
"Cool," he typed as he walked out of the hotel room to join his Indonesian business come romance partner in the hotel bar.
When he got to where she was, his body language did not suggest any signs of excitement. He was a steady dealer who did not easily get carried away. He assured the Indonesian lady that all was almost set, all he had to do was to confirm about the ivory, let alone inform his airport connections of the contraband to avoid inconveniences. After all, they were always assured of good kickbacks that amounted to multiples of their salaries at one go, let alone equally susceptible to prosecution to compromise those smuggling skits. Therefore, they were compelled to play the cards of the Big boss himself.
After downing a double tote of his favourite John Walker blue label, he reached for his phone to make a double reservation within the hotel as it was his norm to have his deals carried out in a solo environment. His Indonesian partner who was smilingly downing her glass of tequila could just gaze as the smooth operator put things in place. The front office confirmed the booking in no time. That being the case, most of his ducks were in a row. What was just remaining was the actual carrying out of the missions. He calmly summoned his tipsy partner to her room where he concisely informed her of his pending departure to the deal venue since there were just 15 minutes remaining before his scheduled appointment with the waiting drug buyer.
They vacated the room soon after their entrance. They branched ways as he walked out of the hotel for his pending errand, with the Indonesian woman returning to the bar. Handling the dispatch of the Indonesian lady's illicit goods would guarantee him in excess of 20 million rands in manipulated markups and kickbacks, furthermore, he had much more millions to make from his own gold and diamond stockpile. That being the case, Anable was in safe hands as regards the lavish lifestyle that she endearingly identified with. It remains to be seen whether the Indonesian woman would not be tempted to encroach into a larger part of her Trey$ territory as his financial status continued to skyrocket by the day. After all, whose territory was bereft of invasion?