Chapter 8: Far or Near?

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Third person's POV:

10:30 am, London

I was waiting in my private jet when a visitor arrived. He was probably one of my hired men.

"Hello....umm...Gg..g..ood Mm..morning sir!! " the man shivered.

"What's the news??Howz my prey doing? Is he still wasting his time on useless things like studying? " I asked.

"Nnn..oo sir I mean yy..ess! He is still not convinced. But our threats are working." He replied. Fear was clearly visible in his eyes.

"So,should I consider my recruitment inappropriate? By now you must be knowing my ways of expelling haan!" I gave him a throaty laugh.

Loud enough to make him shiver which he did.

"Ss..s..orry sir, just give me another chance, I am sure this time I'll impress you!" He begged.

Sorry hmff, this petty word has no value in my life and second chance is not my cup of tea.

"So long my friend!" With this I signalled my men.

They dragged him outside, I was enjoying seeing his horror stricken face while he was begging to leave him. And then the gun echoed and everything came to peace.

Ben my assistant spoke "Sir, we are waiting for your orders. Just a signal and we are getting the hell out the boy" He growled.

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