As the clock struck 8:00 am on December 7, 2016, Mansoor's day began. Once a lone figure, he now had company in the form of Ilyas Khan, the once-nameless Dead 01, and the potential of 100,000 deadmen at his beck and call. After a shared breakfast and the morning routine, the day was ripe for the pursuit of opportunity.
Mansoor's quest to secure jobs for his spectral legion was soon bolstered by a call from Jawad, the construction engineer who had previously employed some of his workers. Jawad's enthusiasm was palpable; he had business to discuss, and it couldn't wait. Mansoor, sensing the urgency and potential, wasted no time heading to the construction site with Ilyas in tow.
Upon arrival, Jawad greeted Mansoor with high praise for the deadmen's work ethic. Their diligence was unmatched, their efficiency a marvel. It was this remarkable performance that had prompted Jawad to advocate on Mansoor's behalf to his superiors at Ramzan Construction Company. Now, they needed more workers, and Mansoor was the key to their acquisition.
The conversation quickly turned to logistics. Jawad needed a vast number of workers—1500, to be precise. Mansoor, with the confidence of someone who had tapped into an unusual yet reliable resource, assured Jawad that the demand could be met. With a location and a deadline set, Mansoor discreetly used his system to arrange the summoning of the workers, maintaining the illusion of a phone call to keep his secret.
"All done," Mansoor declared confidently. "They will arrive at the location today." Jawad's gratitude was evident, and although he wished to repay Mansoor's help, Mansoor viewed the transaction as mutually beneficial. It was a partnership where both parties gained—Jawad received his needed workers, and Mansoor provided jobs for those under his care.
With business concluded, Mansoor took his leave, his thoughts now wandering to the wider potential of Peshawar. As he walked the streets, securing jobs for an additional 340 deadmen, he envisioned a future where his influence would bring prosperity to the city. The idea of the deadmen running stalls was a seed planted in his mind, promising growth but requiring the nurturing of capital.
The day's labors came to a close with dinner at 10:00 pm, and by the time Mansoor returned home at 11:00 pm, the weariness of his efforts had settled in. Lying in bed, the challenge of job hunting on foot loomed large, but so did the possibilities of his new venture. Where to find the starting capital was a question left unanswered as sleep claimed him, ending a day marked by progress and the promise of a brighter future for both Mansoor and the city he aspired to uplift.