The blind servant is a trillionaire

Chapter 4

The morning sun shined brightly through the large glass windows of the Apex Country Club.

Griffin walked slowly into the main employee break room.. He wore his crisp white massage uniform.

His face looked terrible. His left eye was swollen shut. A large purple bruise covered his jaw. He moved stiffly, hiding the deep pain in his cracked ribs.

The club manager walked up to him immediately. The manager was a short, nervous man who always smelled like cheap mints.

"Griffin." The manager gasped. He looked at the bruised face with wide eyes. "What happened to you? You look like you got hit by a truck."

"I fell down the concrete stairs at my apartment building." He lied smoothly. He kept his voice quiet and embarrassed. "It was very dark. I lost my footing."

"You cannot work with the VIP clients looking like that." The manager said quickly. He waved his hands in the air. "It is bad for the image of the club. Go down to the laundry room and fold towels today."

"Wait." A deep, cold voice echoed across the room.

Malakai walked into the break room.

The billionaire club owner wore a sharp black suit. His face was tense and exhausted. He had dark circles under his eyes. The massive cyber attack on his casino had clearly kept him awake all night.

"I want Griffin." Malakai demanded. He pointed a thick finger at the blind masseur. "My back is completely tight. The stress is killing me. Send him to my private suite right now."

"Yes, Mr. Malakai." The manager bowed quickly. He pushed Griffin forward.

Griffin kept his head down. He followed the heavy footsteps of Malakai to the private suite on the top floor of the club.

The suite was massive and incredibly luxurious. Malakai took off his suit jacket and lay face down on the padded leather massage table.

"Start working." He ordered sharply.

Griffin placed his hands on his shoulders. He pressed down firmly. His own injured ribs flared with sharp pain, but he ignored it completely. He kept his movements smooth and professional.

He was directly touching the man who ordered the torture of a fifteen year old boy. The urge to press his thumbs directly into Malakai’s throat was overwhelming. But Griffin maintained his absolute discipline. He remained the invisible, harmless blind man.

Just then, Malakai’s phone rang loudly on the side table.

He answered it quickly on speakerphone.

"Tell me the warehouse is secure." Malakai barked into the phone.

"It is perfectly secure, Boss." A rough voice answered. "We have fifty men armed with automatic rifles guarding the perimeter. The sniper teams are in position."

Griffin slowed his breathing and listened carefully.

"Good." Malakai smiled cruelly against the massage table. "The Oracle thinks he is smart. He attacked my casino last night to distract me. He thinks I moved the street rat. But I know the Oracle cares about his little spies."

Griffin pressed his thumbs deeper into Malakai's shoulders.

"When the Oracle sends his hackers or his mercenaries to rescue the boy from the shipyard, we will slaughter them all." Malakai laughed darkly. "Keep the boy tied up in the center of the warehouse. He is the perfect bait."

Griffin felt a cold chill run through his veins.

The shipyard was a massive, deadly trap.

If Griffin had sent a mercenary team into that warehouse, they would have been completely wiped out. Malakai was fully prepared for a war.

"What if the Oracle does not show up?" The guard asked over the phone.

"Then shoot the boy in the head at midnight and throw his body in the ocean." Malakai ordered coldly. He hung up the phone.

Griffin kept his face perfectly blank. His hands continued to massage Malakai’s back. He had all the information he needed.

An hour later, he finished the massage. Malakai threw a single twenty dollar bill on the floor and told him to leave.

Griffin picked up the money blindly and walked out of the suite.

He went straight to the employee locker room and locked himself inside a private bathroom stall. He pulled his encrypted terminal from his hidden pocket.

He opened the dark web mercenary market. He had hired a ruthless squad of professional hitmen known as the Jackals last night. He had paid them two million dollars to raid the shipyard. He accessed the secure comms channel of the Jackals.

‘Cancel the shipyard raid.’ He typed. ‘The location is compromised. It is a death trap.’

The leader of the Jackals replied immediately.

‘We keep the deposit, Oracle. We do not do refunds.’

‘Keep the money.’ Griffin replied smoothly. ‘I have a new target for you. I need you to hit a different location. I need you to create the loudest, most violent distraction in the history of this city.’

‘Where is the target?’  The mercenary leader asked.

The Diamond Casino. Griffin typed. Attack the front doors in exactly one hour. Burn it to the ground.

He closed the terminal and shoved it back into his pocket.

Then he walked out of the bathroom and  picked up his white cane.

Sam was not at the shipyard.

Sam was right here. He was hidden somewhere deep inside the Apex Country Club.