Mara returned shortly with her face bowed like she’d gone for confession and earned a penance from the priest. She looked up as soon as she arrived at the pew. Andrew’s head was still bowed in silence. She cleared her throat, and Andrew jolted up. She winked at him, and he joined her.Together, they strolled out of the church building.“What did you discuss with the priest?” Andrew asked.“I asked him to receive the gifts coming to the church tonight,” Mara replied and passed the car key to Andrew. “Half of your problem is solved. Now, it’s time to meet your client for further arrangement.”Andrew grabbed her arm. “There’s no further arrangement. I already signed the contract. He would call me and inform me when the consignment is shipped in.”Mara rolled her eyes. “Okay, take me home then.”She shrugged her arm off Andrew’s grip and made for the car. Andrew followed her to the car. “Marlon never mentioned he would deliver the vans tonight.”“Shhhhhhhh…” Mara placed an index finger on

The next day came more quicker than he expected. Andrew has no liking for cigars, but Jan offered him the big brown one left in his box, and Mara focused more on the cannabis as they watched men Andrew had arranged load a forty-ton load of cocaine into two black vans. Mara had retrieved the vans from the church where Marlon had left them with the priest.Andrew, on the other hand, had arranged how the consignment would move from the docks to the city center without obstruction. Mara had already done her thing with the corrupt cops just to ensure nothing stopped the vans if ever the police were able to uncover the movement of the vans.They watched in silence as the last load entered the van, then Andrew made his way to the vans along with Mara and shut the vans. Jan, on the other hand, stood still at his spot, smoking a white cigar. He had offered Andrew the big brown one because he wanted to accord the honor of the man doing the largest end of the job to him.Andrew nodded at Mar

“I have a gift you would appreciate, Don,” Jan uttered as soon as a lady in a skimpy white gown walked into a massive chamber where he was nestled with a lean old man donning a tuxedo.The old man gave him a curt nod. “Can’t wait to have the gift you speak of. I just hope it’s worth it.”Jan smiled. “Sure, it is.”Jan snapped his fingers, and the lady moved towards him with the cigar box. She opened it, and Jan grabbed a big brown cigar stick from it and passed it to the man.“This is the gift I brought you,” he said. “Original Italian cigar, the type Don Coreon smoked in the days of the Italian Mafia.”The man raised the cigar and glanced at it for a while, then he lit it with a metal lighter and fixed it between his lips, sucking and puffing smoke into the air as Jan watched with a weak smile.“Do you like it?” Jan asked.The man nodded.“Great,” Jan said, still smiling. “Well, how much did you make from the sales of the white powder?”The old man stopped. He pulled the cig

“I got to where I am today by sheer grit and struggle. Who does he think he is?” Andrew snapped, talking to himself. He slammed the door and switched on the light; the light illuminated the penthouse suite he'd bought just over a year ago.He plopped on the couch, tossing his keys on the side stool. He'd accomplished nothing. He'd failed to reel in Rex, and he'd ended up making a scene at the bar with William. But Andrew wasn't bothered; he knew William would cover it up.The second most important thing to William after his ego was his public profile. He wouldn't let a whiff of scandal get to the public; even the circumstances surrounding the death of Andrew's wife had been covered up, by his ex in laws. In the public eye all they knew was she'd passed away due to an illness and she'd been buried quietly. No one would've guessed that Williams, whose wealth rivalled that of entire economies, would refuse to pay for his son's wife's treatment.Andrew resented him deeply for that; he'd

Andrew was surprised when the security guard told him that his cousin was here to see him because nobody is supposed to know his identity as they were assistant CEO of Harrison group.He dismissed the man in his office.The door was pushed open, and a woman flashed a smile at him.“Hello, Andrew. Long time no see.”His cousin walked into the office. She was dressed in a white trench coat that accentuated her figure, her hair was packed in a ponytail, and her eyes were as dark as ever.“I like what you've done with the place,” she murmured, looking around the office. Andrew remained silent, his eyes fixed on her.She'd grown from a young girl with mischief in her eyes to the lady before him; even he was impressed.Andrew asked her how she knew that he was now the one here, and she just laughed and said nothing."I have my ways," she winked at him.“What do you want?” Andrew demanded, skipping all formalities. His cousin wasn't a friend, she wasn't a colleague, and she certainly wasn't