23 year old, Fatima's life was well planned out when she finished her college studies in Stanford University. Coming back home in London, she'd planned to take a gap year and have time to figure out what she really wanted to do with her life. Everyt...
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"That's all, guys. Thank you for coming." I told my men. "And I want no mistakes, I've lost so much money lately, I don't want that to happen again. The houses that still owe us money, I want it back especially that Donald Smith in Florida. I've given him enough time to pay me back."
"What if he still refuses to pay, boss." Alfonso asked.
"You know what to do." I replied. "Chad and Lewis, you'll be going to New York tomorrow, there's a shipment from London going there, Brent will need your help especially with the cops on our asses lately. Alfonso, you and your team take care of Donald. Lorenzo, you will handle things this side and I'll be here to help you for the week."
"Yes boss."
"That's it, you can all go back to your stations."
"Okay, boss." They all scattered away and went to their places, I was left with Louis and Edward, my other right hand man in Italy. I checked the time and it was nine thirty PM, it was an hour ahead of London. I was tired as hell, I wanted to get some rest. I hadn't rested since my call with Fatima, the same morning, I kind of lied to her saying I was going to rest whereas that wasn't the case at all. Things were hectic in my organization so I couldn't rest...at all.
Talking of Fatima, I couldn't stop thinking about her and it frustrated me. It was funny how I was able to be myself and free around her, her presence made a difference in my life, did things to me, it was like I had purpose in life, she made me see things from a different perspective. I wanted her around me all the time. It's funny how someone could change the way you see things in the most unusual way.
I went back to my office and sat on my leather couch. I wanted to call Fatima. I reached for my phone and dialed her number then hit call. I pinched the bridge of my nose with my thumb and pointer finger as I heard her phone ring on the other side. It rang and rang for a while until I cancelled, she wasn't picking up. I called again but it just rang.
Something is wrong.
I called again and only this time, it sent me straight to voicemail. I heard a bip from my laptop but I ignored it, Louis attended to it while I tried to call Fatima for the forth time but again, it sent me to voice mail. What is going on?
"Boss, it's Mr Brown." Louis told me and I ignored him.
"Tell him to wait, I'm busy." I simply replied as I was busy typing a text message for Fatima. I didn't know why she was ignoring me but I was willing to find out so that we could sort it out.
"He says it's urgent, boss."
"I said I'm busy, Louis. Cut the line." I growled at Louis. I deleted the text and decided to call Fatima again, my gut told me something was wrong. I always listened to my gut no matter what.
"Boss, it's about your wife." Louis all but shouted at me and I immediately turned to him, he had a worried look on his face. I stood up and started towards him, I rounded him and sat on my chair, meeting Brandon's worried face. Something was definitely wrong, my mind was ringing Fatima.
