Martin I
The governor exhaled a steady stream of smoke from the tobacco he had indulged in since time immemorial. Yet another botched transaction had been orchestrated by his inept underling.
Millions went down the drain due to the delayed shipment of crucial raw materials—ingredients indispensable for the concoction of illicit substances: cocaine, methamphetamine, and assorted derivatives.
But that wasn't all. Other illegal firearms were intercepted by customs, implying interference with his illicit operations.
Warehouses were raided, and plantations were reduced to smoldering ruins.
With resolve, he rose to his feet, seizing the cold shotgun from its rack. Taking aim, he unleashed a barrage of shots, each finding its mark until the deer's head was claimed by the final bullet.
"You know what to do," he uttered to his trusted cohorts. They nodded in silent acknowledgment. His custodians understood their task: to eradicate all traces of the debacle.
The purging of those who dared to challenge him!
Those who defied him must face the full force of his wrath!
Taking a sip of alcohol from his goblet, he settled near the roaring flames of his vacation home's furnace.
He sat alone, with only his thoughts for company.
Married out of necessity, procreate for the sake of heirs and heiresses. Helga and he conceived through different means: the triplets were via in vitro fertilization, while the other child was conceived naturally.
Their connection was devoid of chemistry; they simply harbored mutual disdain for one another. Their aversion made cohabitation unbearable.
For him, their estrangement was not a problem but rather a convenience. Helga was compelled into marriage after her former fiancé married someone else. For him, if not for their arrangement, he only desired offspring.
Despite being married, he and his wife existed as estranged figures, connected only by legal ties until their impending annulment.
He is incapable of love, unable to bestow it upon anyone.
"Governor, it's been handled."
"Mission accomplished, boss."
"All taken care of, sir."
It was like music filled the room, drowning out the chaos in his mind brought on by his subordinates' reports.
They were just some of the disturbances in his life.
Upon his ninth sip, he rose. He donned the coat hanging over the long chair.
He had to attend a very important meeting. With everything in order and no more issues to tackle, his duty awaited.
A public servant in the public eye, yet underneath this facade lurked a high-profile syndicate. It was purely business, devoid of personal involvement.
Old Jack, his secretary, awaited him at the Capitol. He is Martin, a respected governor of a tranquil and sustainable province nestled somewhere in the region and the brother of President Matias Hassan.
Their influential family was renowned for their philanthropy and generosity.
A cover-up for their real family businesses.
Escorted by trained security personnel, he entered dashingly into the room full of pretending servants of the republic. Kagaya niyang hindi rin maganda ang intensyon sa bansa.
