"Ah, Master Wilson" The guy named razor said.
"Hmm, so you remember me?" Anton said with his hand still in his pocket and he bent his face looking at the man because he was short compared to him.
"I didn't realize it was you. I got mistakened because you looked cooperate. Why are you here?" The once rude guy turned to a polite gentleman.
The little crowd who had been watching was in awe at the change.
The few that recognized him as their CEO told the others who were even in more awe than they were before.
" Why am I here? Aren't you the one visiting?"
"Yes we are, that's true. I'm just surprised to find you here"
"Surprised to find a CEO at his company?"
"Ah apologies" Razor broke into a smile somehow proud that this man never disappoints.
"I'm not the one you should be apologizing too..." Anton said.
"Oh..then who..? Razor's words trailed off as he looked at Anton, puzzled.
"My wife..." Anton said as he raised the back of his right hand up revealing his wedding ring and then pointing behind them.
At that moment, Razor realized he had f*cked up.
"oh shit" he said.
Razor and his goons went down on their knees and began to beg Tamim while Tamim just stood in shock. She had expected her husband to kick their ass but not to this extent and without laying a finger.
Razor and his goons left few minutes later and tired Tamim went home with her husband.
The events of today played repeatedly in her mind like a loop.
It was interesting, happiness filled but thrilling.
She sat by the window in her room watching the flowers and leaves in the garden slowly flow to the sound of the wind.
Refreshing.
Whatever it is, her husband was not as simple as she thought he would be.
Knowing a thug by their name is something a former goon or thug would know but making a goon fear you can only mean one thing.
Mafia.