Impressing the Clients

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Third Person's POV

Oliver has been working for the Davidsons as a mole in the precinct for a year now. He was a detective for years but he was never been a considered candidate for promotion. He thought of himself a good detective, but the numbers didn't lie: he's one of the sloppiest ones in the precinct. He was earning little compared to his means of living so the side job as a mole really helped him a lot financially.

He was just lucky that when an attorney personally stopped by the precinct a year ago, he was the only detective available and so he was offered a confidential job for the Davidsons. He never met them, but the twins were properly introduced as people no one should cross or offend. Oliver didn't pay much attention to the notorious reputation by the twins, he was just excited to earn much more money than his day job.

He loved the generous amount coming in every third week of the month in his bank account. This could be the thing he can and would love to do for a long time as long as the money kept coming in.

On the anniversary of his work with the Davidsons, he received an anonymous letter. Seeing as the orders and instructions from the twins always came in his mail as anonymous, he assumed that this one was just another task from them.

The letter was opened and it said:

"DOCK. 0900."

A location and a time. He was being summoned.

The next day, he was excited.

'Could this be the day I finally meet them?' He asked himself.

He prepared himself. He dressed sharply and went out two hours before the time to make sure he'll arrive early by the dock. The letter didn't contain any other information where exactly he should be. But using his skills as a detective, he figured he will wait at the abandoned wet public market which he knew was now owned by the Davidsons. The location was set out to be renovated in the near future, he heard.

He arrived at the place but there was no sign of anyone. So he waited. And waited.

It was now noon and still, no one came. So he signed heavily and thought that it could just be a prank or a false tip. He walked towards the exit, but before he could reach for the steel doors, he was hit by something hard at the back of his head. His vision blurred and spun. His hand reached for the back of his head and saw that he was bleeding. "Fuck," was the last thing he spoke that day before everything went black.

He snapped his eyes open and panicked. He clearly remembered being hit in the head. He's now tied to a chair in a different location, an unknown location. His blood drained from his body in fear.

"No, no!" He mumbled to himself as he fought against the ropes.

"Help!" He cried out. "Somebody please help me!"

He wriggled and thrashed as much as he can but the ropes were securely tied.

"You're wasting your energy," a man spoke from the dark which made Oliver snap his head to where the sound came. He then heard clicking of the man's shoes approaching him.

"W-who are you?" He asked with his voice shaking from fear. "Please, let me go." He pleaded.

"I've been watching you, Oliver," the man came behind him and whispered. "You've been a very shitty detective and a very shitty mole to the Davidsons."

"What?!" He reacted defensively. "I'm just doing my job, man! Please let me go!"

"I hate liars and sloppy work, you know," the man chuckled as a dull knife kissed Oliver's neck lightly to which he flinched and lost his voice in fear.