
Meanwhile, somewhere else in a mansion in Istanbul. A middle-aged man was sitting watching TV in his living room, the man snorted in annoyance because tonight the entire TV station was airing the anniversary show of Aksal's company. Perhaps he was one of the few businessmen who was not invited by Aksal's company or if he was invited, the man was not willing to come to Aksal's event. The man immediately turned off his TV screen and threw the TV remote on another sofa.
One of his confidants approached the man, "Do I need to threaten the TV station not to air Aksal's corporate birthday show, sir?"
The middle-aged man stood up and walked towards the window, looking at the darkening night sky, the moon and stars as if he was reluctant to reveal themselves tonight. Winter this year was faster than in previous years, the man recalled the events five years ago.
Five years ago...
*All the media reported about the alleged murder of Danner's family in the Swiss Alps. Photos of Ted Baxter are everywhere.
When I asked one of my men to investigate who dared to open the Danner family death case. My men gave me one name, Japheth Aksal. From then on, I ordered my men to investigate who Japheth Aksal was and put Aksal's name on the list of people I hated. To this day, I have not made any action that made Japheth Aksal and the Turkish police suspect me, because I want Danner's death to be buried for so long like Erkan Danner who will never rise again from his death.
Next year is Danner's twentieth year of death. In just a few months, the case will be closed forever by Turkish law and courts. Soon, if Aksal's son does not find Ted Baxter, then I will be free forever. I will only wait for you, Japheth Aksal. To where you can find my hit man*.
The middle-aged man smoked his expensive cigar for the umpteenth time. His irises stared intently at the dark sky, ever since his wife died a few years ago, the man had only lived alone with his son.
"Where's Kenan? Is he home yet?" asked the middle-aged man to his confidant who was standing behind him.
"Mr Kenan has not yet returned and he is not home, Sir," replied the believer, giving a bowl of ashtrays to give to his master.
As the door opened, Kenan entered his house. His face was still visibly upset, due to his quarrel with Hazal at the party, and his friend also blamed him, "I shouldn't have gone to the party, and don't meet that bar-bar woman over there !!" kenan grumbled in annoyance and slammed the door of his house hard. The sound of the bummph echoed throughout the house, making his father aware of his arrival.
"You've come home apparently," the middle-aged man greeted his son who had just entered his house. "Dad heard you talking about the party. Whose party are you having tonight? Don't tell me, you went to Aksal's company party !!" The middle-aged man gave his argument.
"Yes, I was just there" replied Kenan who immediately left his father and was about to climb the stairs in his house.
"Aren't you ashamed, huh? We weren't invited to the party, so what were you there for?"
shouted the middle-aged man who saw his son was about to disappear from his sight.
Kenan only glanced at his father's face, without saying a word. Then he again continued his steps to climb the stairs after the stairs that brought him to the top floor. His heart did not want to answer his father's question.
The middle-aged man only snorted annoyedly at the behavior of his son who was getting more and more, he could not control. "Prepare the car, I want to get out !" the middle-aged man's orders to his confidant who from earlier stood behind him.
**Visual bonus for those of you who have read this novel***...
Hazal Danner/Hazal Aksal
Japheth Aksal
Kenan Fallay
Harun Fallay (Dad Kenan)
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