053. PABLO DIMARZIO.

"What I found out was that he had a backbone. And that backbone is going by the name of Pablo DiMarzio." Aliya announced.

Inside the four walls of the MX Corp, right in the CEO's office, an elderly man and a younger man were having a meeting. "Sir Pablo, this is your cut from this deal." The younger one, a blonde man said, his voice coming out a little shaky.

"And how much exactly are we talking about here?" The younger man was the owner of the company but the elderly man was the one seated in the executive chair.

"Twenty million, sir."

"Am I a joke to you?!" He flared up. "Twenty million? And what the hell am I supposed to use it for? Cigarettes?!" He voiced boomed across the room, bold enough to intimidate anyone.

"I– I am truly sorry sir, but it's just… there isn't that much money from this deal and well I still have some other commitments I need to settle –"

"Do I look like I care? Maxie, what do I always tell you?"

"Th- that you do– don't joke with your money… sir." The young