I, looking through all the CCTV cameras that I've hidden everywhere in the town, makes me want to know more. I'm in My office, on my black leather chair infront of my large maroon wooden desk that has glass top stacked with expensive cigars, ashtrays and an old photograph of myself. I'm Sitting with my legs crossed and hands clasped behind my head staring at the screen clipped on the wall.
I had a feeling that this day would come.
I might say, genes really do have a strong impact. I'm tapping my fingers on the table in wonders.
Victor's standing on the right side of my office where the enternce is.
"What brings you here victor?" I ask.
"Sir I'm here to inform you about an emergency. Its about the Erdoğans."
Uh I see, the competitors.
"What about them?" Still taping my fingers.
"They're-" I cut him mid sentence.
"Though I really thought you were going to tell me about those boys, their background check that I asked you to do." My sight's still on the screen.
"I didn't thought you'd think of them as necessary." victor justifies himself.
"I would get straight to it once-"
"Now what were you saying about the Erdoğans?" I cut him mid sentence again,
I hate gabbling.
"I- uhm" victor clears his throat.
"They might be going higher than us."
My finger stops taping. "As in?"
"As in their sell might increase in the up coming days, even higher than us, you told us to gather information about them, so I did, it turns out our shipment was damaged or even worse delayed on purpose. And the next shipment is assigned next year, it'll effect our sources, you know how small town begger people are like sir, desperate and needy for a little sense of relief. we get them what they desire the most about, and we make profit out of it, but according to this occurrence we might lose our buyers to them sir."
"Ah I see, so we make an alignment with them." I suggest but Victor's lips rolls inward to my suggestion.
"Sir I'm afraid That won't be possible since we've killed their men." Here comes the pause "Several times" I smirk because I myself killed them with my own bare hands.
"Than we steal" I lift my eyes to him
"Steal what exactly sir?"
"We steal their reason of sell"
"How are we going do that sir? Do you have something in your mind in particular?" I like how Victor's so put together all the time, must be exhausting.
Though There might be an occurrence of some sudden changes.
"Call for a meeting right now, gather everyone. we've got plans to make."
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I enter the staff meeting room, everyone's at their places, seated around a large rectangle glass conference table, looking at the projector screen up in front of them where Victor is standing. I walk through the entrance, and everyone stands to greet me. I make myself comfortable on my chair, and light up my cigar, it's admiring how these people give their everything in order to please me. Pathetic, Yet amusing. How their lives are a matter of my command, and my command only. I provide these men to be forever grateful to bow me, and if they forget, I know exactly how to make them remember. My lips lift up from the corners to the thought of me having that power over them.
"Tell me what is and what is not new Victor." My order makes everyone stiffen to their sits for more focus.
"Sir, Erdoğans according to what I've heard-"
"I need conformation not accusations, we are professional. Don't forget Victor." I cut him mid sentence because what does he mean by he heard? I need to be sure at all costs.
"I do not like or want such blunder behaviors in my meeting." I say to clear it up to them.
"Better understood sir." Victor continues.
"Let me start by the very beginning, our shipments were supposed to be delivered last Tuesday with the Erdoğans, but the Cliche thing about this event is that somehow our shipment was damaged and misguided whereas theirs arrived at time. what are the odds they're not behind it? Its obvious we've been the most earning in our area, always have been and that's not something everyone would like specially the Erdoğans."
"So your point is?" Jawad raised himself.
"My point Jawad, Is that they've envied us for a long time now and they'd do anything to bring us down because our loss is their profit, they're delaying or destroying our goods to stop us from making more advantages." Victor explains the situation further.
"So what are you thinking to prevent this loss from happening?" Nimra questions Victor. I remain silent, I let Victor speak as I've discussed thoroughly with him. I am just here for the last agreement that'll be made in the presence of everyone.
"As per discussed, we are not going to make a present outcome, we are going to let them think they got to us."
"They have directly challenged us, why can't us?" Mustafa fixes his glasses.
"Because we can't prove it was them, if we do so, our actions will start a disturbance that'll create a conflict which most likely will be a way worse deficiency to us.They'll have their backups, we won't. That'll be pure doltishness if we act upon It that way. They won't know its us, So once they're transporting the rare goods from the central port to their personal port, we will be stealing theirs in between that time period."
"In disguise, you mean?" Nimra raises in motion.
"Precisely, now the thing we are here to discuss is how we may do that. Any suggestions?" Victor asks everyone.
"We can't go ourselves to this operation, can we? we will be recognised." Jameel points to the chart.
"So what do you suggest?" Mustafa turns to Jameel. "We may have to hire someone else for this operation"
"Why hire anew, when we can do it in disguise?" Jawad slouch back.
"But then they'd know it was someone from the hubs. That'd make the operation obvious." Nimra smartly slides in.
"Corrcetly. And they'd get in depth to further figure out who were under the masks. Which is why we need anew." Jameel states.
"Jameel's right, someone who is younger, quicker and wiser, it's not like we can't do it, we've been on it since forever, but if we don't hope to get caught that's the only option I can think of." Mustafa agrees with Jameel.
"You mean someone who is desperate enough to risk their lives for us?" Victor looks over at me, I nod and let out the smoke of my cigar. Fate, My nemesis has always been on to me.
"What were their names victor? The boys that showed up yesterday?"
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"Sir may I?" Victor enters in my office after I give him permit, its been a hour since our meeting ended on the terms of everyone's agreement.
"Show me what you got." I slid my eyelids from the window to victor.
"Ifan deniz, son of late Ibrahim deniz, he's a 17 year old kid who lives in the custody of his blood related uncle, with his younger sister Ayat deniz and Samiullah Ahmed Yilmaz, son of Sarfraz Ahmed yilmaz-"
"Repeat that again?" My nostrils flared, I guess the saying is true, your past always finds a way to crawl back at you.
"Are you sure he's Sarfraz's child?"
"Yes sir, I'm positive"
"So they aren't brothers?"
"They don't share their last names so I'm assuming they're not."
"Than what makes them live together, what happened to his family?"
"His parents, both died in an accident, his father lost his life in a car accident that got caught on fire and he lost his mother in a accident that occurred in their house."
"What occurred at their house?" I ask.
"Their house was caught on fire, it was burnt down to ashes."
"Poor child" my lip loosens.
Victor clears his throat.
"Do you by any chance know someone named Sarfraz sir?" My eye tweaked at his unnecessary question.
"Did I gave you permission to ask for questions. about me? Did I victor?"
"Apologies sir" his face gets pale.
"Granted" I light my cigar up in between my two fingers and put in my mouth.
"Now I want you to get to their house, Immediately tomorrow and approach them, tell them to come by next Friday and we'll discuss more later."
"Understood sir."
"You may leave." I turn my chair's direction back to the window as I let out my cigar's smoke. I release a deep sigh.
It had a purpose.
Have Faith in Fate, they say.
But All I hear is Curse.
Fate has always been a bitch to me.