Mafia's tomorrow

17-Mr. Summers

It is a modern interior with a grey colour scheme. In the sides it has grey sofas with a white coffee table in between.

From the gate there is a glass wall from which you can see the neighbourhood, clearly which has 2 layered curtain, one being translucent white and the other dark grey. It is behind his desk, the desk which is on a one-step pedestal. It is a large cuboidal desk with a cushion-y chair behind it and two small ones infront of it. His desk is covered with papers of all sorts and a globe.

"Nice, huh?"

"Yeah." I wanted to describe it more but it didn't seem appropriate.

He leads in front of me and pulls out one of the chairs. I sit down while he goes and seats himself opposite to me.

The opens the laptop kept on his desk, but due to the light it may not be visible. My suspicions comes true when he presses a button at the edge of the globe and a translucent curtain draws itself.

While the room is still lit by the natural sun, it is dimmed.

I wait patiently. After a few minutes, on typing on his board furiously, he gets up.

I don't know what to do, so I do the same and he leads me to the sofas.

"If I didn't have any work on the desk why did you take me there?" I can't help but ask.

"I had to check something." That is all he says. And then picks a remote on the coffee table that I did not notice, again. And presses a button.

On the opposite wall, a small portion begins to lift. The difference between the wall and the hollow space was so little, no one would expect it unless they look carefully maybe like Hercule Poirot.

After the veil is lifted there is a black screen. Jax takes out his phone and same time it also switches on.

It is connected. The first screen shown is a slide. PPT with the name Carsons and Corp.

"Welcome to Carsons and Corp., Ms. Rhodes." With that he moves on to the first slide with pictures of the building.

"The place where you are sitting at is the COO office, in the main building of the compound or the headquarters for the world." He moves on to the second slide. It has a garage with black roofs.

"These include all the imports. The legal ones with black roofs. All other colours are the illegal part. To the legal world they are the storage grounds. All the next are not important for now." With that he switches the files.

The new one starts with a grey looking garage of the same style which was shown earlier.

"This is the training centre. All the new recruits or the recruits which are not completely trusted are trained or kept here."

The next picture has a garage with a bluish grey. The blue is very subtle though.

"The trading centre. All the drugs and weapons are kept in here. We do not deal in women anymore so there are no more helpless women there."

"Anymore?" I can't help but blurt out. Prostitutes are really profitable, as sick it is. My dad deals with prostitution to maintain his position. I am surprised that they left the women business and still thrived.

"My mom was against it. She made dad cancel out the prostitution. It was quite a story, how she did it."

I begin to ask more but he clearly moves to the next slide and does not give me the chance to question, obviously not wanting to entertain my curiosity.

"This dark grey one that you see is the fighting arena. It has rings. They are just a few with about 20 rings."

The next one is white. Not pearly white but more dull. It is white with tint of black. Not grey lighter than that.

"The one in which you will be spending your day today. There are just 2 of them. This is where we keep our prisoners."

He switches the ppt off and heads towards the door.

I get up too and line up behind him. He opens the gate for me.

***

I am standing in front of the mentioned building earlier.

It wasn't that far, just a 5 minute walk from the office. In total but Mr. Prince ordered an electric car to drop us there.

We enter the building and are greeted with the smell of prisoners which is something I am accustomed to. The smell is a mixture of rotting rat filled with sweat. Not pleasant le me tell you. While moans of prisoners reach our ears. They are quite faint actually. Guess that what happens when you have no energy in your body.

Look next to me and notice a board. This particular one is marked red and is the 17th number.

There is a pattern of the garages. The black/ legal ones nearest, then grey ones and the outer circle has the bluish grey ones with the white ones mixed. The white ones are directly opposite to each other.

I look for Jax and notice he is already walking ahead. I roll my eyes for him not waiting for me, or not telling me at least.

I walk fast in my heels to catch upto him.

He shares a sideway glance towards me but continues moving ahead.

The prison is dimly lit as a whole. The corridors provide more lighting which are both surrounded by prisons on each side of them. The prisons are made up of thick steel wires, allowing them to see the person coming and going and maybe also to check up on them.

We cross about a 25 of them and then Jax turns into a wired room on the right.

"Meet Mr. Summer." He motions towards the tied man on the chair.

I know him.