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Chapter One

Once upon a time, there was a man, Mr Miller, who had a beautiful daughter. The problem with him was that Mr Miller loved to drink and gamble. He was addicted to the rolling of dices and tossing of cards to the point he was dirt poor. He soon used his daughter as a way to get back onto the tables. He would brag about her beauty and many men would try to gamble to a win a night with her. The issue was, as soon as they won, they found out Mr Miller had no idea where his daughter was. He would then get a right beating from his opponents, before they tossed him out onto the streets, moving on their next game.

The thing was, his daughter had left as soon as she could. She secretly saved up and worked odd hours until she finished school and left without a note. It had taken Mr Miller a few weeks to notice but by then, he had a grand idea to remortgage his house for money. The house was soon repossessed and Mr Miller would find another cunning tactics to get another bottle and live in the alleyways. He soon found a comfortable method of living and happily continued his pitiful existence in between gambling rooms and bars. 

Mr Miller would go on for days with the same tactic until another fool fell for his bragging and played a game. It wasn't until he run into a young man did his luck change. He had been bragging about his daughter, as per usual, when he caught the interest from him. He asked for more information, but Mr Miller was a greedy man and asked for money. He gave the money and more information was given about her. Some night, Mr Miller, would make up lies and others he would truthfully tell him what he remembered.

The young man took interest in this girl. He wanted her. He last relationship had just burnt down and he was looking for someone new. This girl, she seemed perfect for him. He could simply make her his queen but first he would test her, to see if she was as resourceful and clever as Mr Miller had mentioned. Only then, would he be certain that she was the girl for him. He asked to meet her and Mr Miller promised a meeting next time, after taking some more money. 

The next meeting, Mr Miller never showed up. The man was furious. He hated being made a fool of. The room he was in, had been decorated to show his anger.

He sent his men to go look for him. What Mr Miller didn't know was that this young man was very powerful and not someone to cross unless you had a death wish. The men returned with new of Mr Miller's death, apparently he had died at the hands of someone else who had a gambling debt to settle with him. It seems like he was too late. They searched  for his home and daughter, they didn't find either.

The thing about powerful men, is they always had contacts to help them stay in place. He was not going to waste time with sending his men to search. They had already taken too much time up with searching for the dead Mr Miller. He had plans to carry out and he was an impatient man, at times. The young man already knew who to call to find the girl. He dialed the number and waited.

"It's been long, what do you want from me?" a familiar voice replied.

"I need you to find me someone, what is your prices?" the young man replied. He knew he would be expensive but this man always got the job quickly and seeing as he hated to wait, he was willing to pay the price of his services.