"So it was Greco Pharmaceuticals", soone spoke seeming amused.
"Are you surprised, sir?" Another person responded.
"Well, I'm more surprised by the fact that the tip we got is actually proving useful", the boss said.
"This could be your big break sir. You've been onto them for years now. You might owe that tip one", that person responded.
"What? Are you that tipper?" He chuckled.
He was in a dark blue suit walking on the top floor with one hand glazing against the railings observing the guests below. He rubbed a thumb against his white goatee which was nicely trimd and short. His eyes remained peeled on the four people leaving the venue.
"Hot head sir, how could I be?" The subordinate chuckled. "I just thought how much of a big deal this information is to you. After this, you can finally go ho to your wife."
Hot Head chuckled in amusent as he rapped his fingers against the stair railing, "My wife."
anwhile, Gwen was leading her team out of the venue. She had on an impassive expression as she walked with her head high. Esralda, on the other hand, had an easy going attitude as she swayed her hips left and right. Just the thought of tornting Aldo with her actions exhilarated her.
Right before his eyes was sothing, or soone to be specific, he lost and now he couldn't so much as bark a complaint no matter what she did. This carelessness, it made her miss a certain soone. 'I wonder how he's doing', she mused at the thought of Dylan.
Aldo could guess who she was thinking about with that expression, it irked him. He clenched his shaking fist to suppress his anger. Soone tapped his shoulder, and with his glare, he stopped and turned to look at the person. It was one of his subordinates. He leaned in and the person whispered sothing. His already ugly expression turned worse. Everyone else stopped as they looked at the two.
"What's up?" Esralda asked after noticing the exchange.
"We have company. The FBI", he said with bitterness.
"And I wonder whose fault that is", Esralda looked at him with a less than amused expression as she crossed her arms against her chest.
"What is she talking about?" Gwen looked between the two.
Aldo's features tightened at the reminder. His clenched fist grew tighter that his nails dug into his rough skin. He wanted to snap at her but he kept his teeth gritted.
"What? Am I wrong? Do you have sothing to say?" Esralda challenged him. Her lips were curled in disdain.
Aldo felt his face heat up from the suppressed rage. The way she was looking at him, the way she spoke to him, the way she challenged him, the way she made him feel like he was nothing less than a spec of dust; he could feel his boiling rage start to spill. With his glaring eyes blood shot red looking like he was ready to kill, he took an angry step forward in Esralda's direction. Imdiately, his subordinates took steps forward with their hands on their rifles ready for an attack.
Seeing this, he closed his eyes and let out a deep breath before opening them as he took a step back. Esralda's lips curled into a smirk as her eyes mocked him. In a split second, her features turned cold.
"Fix that", she ordered before turning to walk on.
Aldo's eyes fell to the floor as he could only nod. Gwen was surprised by the exchange. Just who was this woman? Did the organization appoint soone new among the higher ups? Why did she not hear about this? But nevermind, they had a deal to take care of. With that thought, she left and followed after Esralda as did Peter.
"Why don't we go to the company to finalize things?" Peter asked Gwen in a whisper from beside her.
"Isn't that leading thieves to where your treasure is? Don't be stupid Peter",Gwen grumbled as she rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"But here.... Will he really get rid of them? It's the FBI we're talking about", Peter complained sounding like he would cry.
Gwen huffed out a breath in annoyance and increased her walking pace. She was also worried but that didn't an he had to voice out each and every one of them. If he wasn't her muse, she would get rid of him. These were monts she felt he was extrely useless.
Aldo, on the other hand, took two n with him as he wracked his brain wondering how he could deal with the FBI. The King made it clear he didn't want unwanted attention or anything getting in the way of their deal. They were to remain as transparent yet as low-key as possible. How would he get rid of this ss? And the ss being the FBI? As he thought of this, he saw the man he had co to hate for being on his tail for the past few months in Italy.
His steps ca to a slow down as the man also stopped a few feet away from him. Aldo was barely keeping his cool as he looked at the man.
"We should stop eting like this, Hot Head", Aldo started.
Hot Head laughed a bit arrogantly as she stuffed his hands in his pocket. "Believe , I want us to et but not like this. But what are you so worried about? Do you think I'm here for you? Why? Is there sothing you're hiding?"
Aldo chuckled, "How could that be? I'm here on official business. Why? Was there sothing you were hoping to find?"
"Sothing I was hoping to find?" Hot Head furrowed his brows as hus face fell into a thinking face and started patting his pockets.
He padded his jacket and trouser pockets and stuffed his hands into them a couple of tis. A subordinate soon rushed towards him and humbly extended his hand toward him presenting a brown box with a delicate design.
"Oh?" Hot Head chuckle as his eyes lit up. He opened the box to find cigars inside. He took one and put it between his lips, his subordinate cut the tip before producing a lighter.
"Thank you Skull face", Hot head said before raising his hand that held the lit cigar at Aldo with an smug smile silently saying 'found it.'
Hot Head and Skull Face went on their way back into the venue. Aldo stood with his n as he watched their retreating backs until they disappeared. He leaned to his right to the subordinate who reported to him earlier.
"Earlier..... Are you sure about what you said?" Aldo asked with his gazed fixed on where the two n had disappeared.
"Yes, it ca from an inside source", he answered with no doubt on his face.
Aldo stood more upright at this news. If that was the case, it ant two things, either their insider was busted and was now being fed false information..... but wouldn't they retaliate if that was the case? Or, it was true but sothing else happened? What could have happened then? Hot Head would surely jump on any opportunity to take them down.
As Aldo mulled over this, he had no idea how ugly Hot Head's face had turned soon as he had turned and left. That was such an opportunity, but his hands were tied. Yes, sothing did happen....
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