"How the fuck can I make her love me again? She practically abandoned me.""I don't know, force her or something, I'm not good at that stuff." Noah said in thought, and just like that, a plan formed in my head as I slowly turned myself around, to face him.
"I have an idea." I smiled.
"What would it be?" He asked me.
"I'll just make her realize I'm all that she needs." I smirked, already longing for a moment I could touch her.
"How?"
"I'll tell you when I have everything figured out."
"Oookaay." He said as he gestured me back to the chair, because I had been standing due my raging.
"So business? I heard you want something?" He said and cleared his throat.
"Well, I was wondering if you have Uranium 235, I believe."
"How much do you need?" He asked me, checking a list.
"'Bout 15 kilograms." I said as he started to laugh.
"What?"
"Do you know how many years it takes to gain that amount out of the ground we have in Guatemala? 'Bout 4 years. And apart from that, you'll never be able to pay, what are you guys trying to do? Build an atomic bomb?" He laughed again, amusement in his face.
"What about plutonium? 4 kilograms of this." I said, avoiding his question.
"It doesn't get you anywhere if you don't own a nuclear reactor." He laughed, making me look dumb.
"What about radium?"
"Radium does beta minus decay, it'll kill you in the matter of 20 days." He said.
"Then tell me what the fuck you actually sell."
"Tell me what you want to do with it."
"If I tell you, you'll hold it against me."
"We've been mates for what? 5 years now and you still don't trust me? I even let you in here, do you know how many people get in here? None, besides security, friends and Medha."
"You know I'm not a person with trust."
He sighed loudly as he sat back.
"So I assume you want to blow up someone since you've asked for atoms that you need in order to built an atomic bomb. And if my assumption is correct, then I suggest I could sell you either all the Uranium I have which is 14 kilograms, but it's not sure if the chain reaction will even get to the exploding point or I could give you some C4, and you could connect it with petrol and just have a minor explosion that burns everything down there."
I groaned in annoyance as I sat back in the chair, not understanding one thing that he said. I am no genius.
"What would you do?"
"It takes more time and a better plan, but I'd go for C4. Either that, or you wait a month until I have the other kilograms Uranium."
His business is fucking good, now I understood why he had so many guards, he must of have tons of cops looking for him.
I bit my lip in thought, I decided to take the uranium, since that was what we actually wanted and with that C4 crap we'd have to make a whole different plan. The bombing was going to be in two months anyway, so it would be okay.
"I'll pick it up in a month." I told him, standing up.
"Ok. Hold on, we need to fix a price." He said.
"How much?"
"100'000 pounds."
"You fucking kidding me?!" I raised my voice.
"Oi, it costs a lot more, trust me." Noah said.
"I'll think about it." I said and with that I left.
Leah's Point Of View
"Leah, please come to my office." My boss said through the phone.
"I'll be there in a second, Mr. Green." I said back and stood up, walking into his office.
Closing the door behind me, I walked three steps until I was standing in front of his desk.
"Sit down." He told me as I nodded, slightly nervous. It wasn't every day that I was called to his office, in fact I barely saw him at all.
"Is everything alright?" He asked me as I nodded: "Of course, everything is alright."
"It doesn't seem like that to me, you look tired and unhappy, unlikely for 19 year old women to look like that." He told me as I bit my lip, knowing exactly the cause for that.
"There's just much going on in my private life and it's just stressing."
"Oh I understand, is the teenage girl being a problem? They can sometimes be a handful." He said, clearly talking about his own experiences.
"No, she's just a little upset, because her guardian doesn't like her boyfriend, just general teenager problems I guess."
"Yeah," he laughed,"I remember when my daughter brought someone home, god that was a kid, all tattooed, black hair, piercings and he even put make up on, it was a nightmare."
I laughed with him," what did you do?"
"Well, I told him that I was not up for games, that if he ever tried to pull something, I'd kick his butt." He laughed," I guess it helped, because at the end of the day, they're married now."
I narrowed my eyebrows in confusion:" Sorry if I ask you that, but you clearly saw that he was no good for your daughter, why didn't you try to break them apart?"
"Because, kid, I saw the way he looked at her and I knew even if I locked her into a closet, he'd find a way to get to her. Sure, it was not the son-in-law, who I imagined it to be, but love sometimes is stronger as every will or force."
I looked down and bit my lip, relating the story to mine. What if Hayden would come back?
As he saw me thinking, he spoke again: "Listen kid, don't stress yourself about anything. You'll eventually find love and when you do, you'll know it."
He definitely took my silence the wrong way.
"Thank you, Mr. Green." I told him.
"No problem, and now I suggest you get your bum of the chair and get home, because it's already 5."
"Oh really? Time flew by fast, thanks." I said and stood up, heading for the door.
"Oh and kid?"
"Yes?"
"Rest tonight."
"I will, thank you, sir."
I walked out of the room and closed the door behind me, heading for my office table, to grab my things. I saw that I had a missed call from Hayden, but I ignored it.
I didn't know how wrong that was.
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Someone asked me how I pictured Leah and I'll just say that I picture like a brown haired girl, not too chubby not too thin, and she has brown eyes and she looks like a puppy and she has an unique way of styling. She has a pretty face and full lips.. So yeah.. Is that the answer you wanted? I figured out that I wouldnt add a picture to this because google didnt show any girl that looks like 'her' idk haha...
What do you think did Hayden do?
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Don't Give Up On Me [Book 2]
Hayran KurguLife cannot be described as a desire an angel would have, it is the definition of an escape a demon should have.