Impressing the Clients

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Third Person's POV

Mason woke up lying and tied in a hospital bed. Machines beeping around him and tubes connected to his wrist and nose.

'Am I in a fucking hospital?' He thought.

He slowly opened his eyes as he felt it was much heavier than usual. His facial muscles struggled to open his eyes. He can't open his eyes. 'This can not be good,' he thought to himself.

Again. He tried harder this time, but it was no use.

"Sir, the surgeon is on his way out," one of William's men announced. Mason overheard faintly. He stayed still and listened.

"Good, have the other room ready for Marco," William's voice answered. He and Oliver were just at the other side of the curtain from Mason's hospital bed.

"You shouldn't have gotten a surgeon for Mason. We could just have killed him, it's much easier," Oliver argued.

"Are you fucking stupid? I can't let any of them die as long as I don't have Arabella with me!" William shouted.

"You're the one who's stupid. You make decisions based on fucking love! The papers for the transfer of ownership is in process, we don't need any of them anymore!" Oliver shouted back.

"You don't fucking talk to me that way!" William lunged at Oliver. Mason flinched a little as he heard the objects fell as his two enemies argued.

"Yes, it's all for love. It's for the only woman I ever loved so shut the fuck up and just go with it if you wish to save your life!" William clutched his knuckles against Oliver's collar.

"The fucking deal should've been finished three years ago! It's now six years and we finally have their money!" Oliver shouted back but he just let William held him. He won't actually fight with him. He owed William everything.

"The fucking deal finishes when I say it is! And don't you fucking blame me for this, it's you who fucked up three years ago!" William gave Oliver a swift punch and finally let go.

He was right. Three years ago, everything would have been done if it weren't for Oliver's carelessness. But that's in the past, and all that mattered now was their plan. So far, everything's on track.

"Fine! Fucking relax!" Oliver massaged his jaw as he stood back up and fixed his wrinkled suit.

"I just want them gone." Oliver mumbled.

"They will be, Oliver. Just trust me, they will be."

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"What do you fucking mean the clients are pulling out?!" William shouted as he spoke to Gia by the phone. He was in his basement office in the lighthouse, it was built with 10-inch pure concrete walls to make sure that his bunk can secure him from any firearm or any disaster from outside.

"Y-yes, sir. H-haven't you read the email?" Gia responded as she was trembling. Mr. Ty was never this angry. He has always been calm no matter how bad the situation was.

"I am fucking busy! Of course, I can't always fucking check my phone all the time, Gia. That's why I have you, my employees, to do that for me!" William gritted in anger.