"HEY COME ON!" Joaquin followed me when I was about to go outside of the mansion. "Mister Markus, I have a problem and I think you are the right person to deal with this problem..." He went on.
"I'm not 'payed' to talk to you." I simply said to him just to shove him off. I just hated his guts and his teeny-whiney.
"Listen, man. I will double that. Just listen to me!"
He really thought that his father was giving me money, so I played along, "Okay, fine."
"Nice. So, I have a friend, but the thing is...he fucked my girl up, man."
"He did that?"
"I hate that kind of move, and I want him dead!"
I laughed, "You have better things to worry about, than plotting a revenge on someone else's mistake, kid. How old are you again?"
"I will pay! Just find him in Makati!"
"Oh-hell no. I'm not going back there."
"Why?"
I chuckled, "Didn't you hear the news, kid?! There's a gimpy killer on the loose!"
"Man that was you! I know it was you! Come on!"
"No, it is not me."
"It is you, come on! Man, come on! Do this, please!"
"No, kid."
"I want Luis Chavez dead!"
"No. Wait--didn't you mention that name to me before, kid?"
"I--I did?"
"When I kidnapped you...remember?"
"I--I--I did?"
"You were telling me that the man who inserted the illegal drug inside of our product was him."
"I did?"
"Yes, you did...kid. Fuck."
"So uhm...you know him, then?"
"No."
"No?!"
"Well, kid, his face might look familiar when I see him because he was with you inside of that filthy club of your father, remember?"
"Oh, yes he was! In fact, he loves partying in Makati! Just find 'The Hidden Royal' club there and you will spot him! Go now while it's dark!"
"Okay, kid. So in return--I want more than money!" I told him.
"Err--okay! I will tell father that it was not you who kidnapped me back in Recto."
I smirked, "Idiot kid, he already knows that it was me."
"Oh? Damn. So, I have nothing more to give! Simple!" He smiled sarcastically.
"Well, when he heard it, he told me that he was pleased to hear it..."
"...What?"
"He was so pleased."
"About what?" He narrowed his eyebrows.
"I kidnapped you. He was pleased because you learned a lesson, kid." I laughed.
"The fuck?! Fuck! I hate him! He never leaves my shit! He's always onto my shit! Fuck! Shit! Fuck!!!"
"Leave me alone, kid. I am not going to do anything for you...not even for money." I changed my mind and then I walked away from him.
"Mister Markus, do this for me...and I will do something about this...gimpy thing of yours."
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MARKUS SANDATA
AcciónImagine you were in the midle of losing everything after being used by a person whom you trusts the most, but then, you had decided that you would rather stick with the problem because it used to be the "perfect" situation for you. What would you do...
