
“The girl now lives in Bougenvil apartment, third floor, number four.” Annie told me on the phone.
Throughout the afternoon until the afternoon the woman went to some of Lisle's friends' houses. Nothing is really familiar. Shania, whom she knew as Lisle's best friend, seemed to keep her mouth shut. He just said Lisle hasn't called him since he left that night.
But there's Bella with a spicy mouth. He said his niece rented an ugly apartment on Black Mountain. And saying her personal opinion was absurd to Annie, Lisle had worked at a club and earned money by being a comfort woman there. Lisle who knew Annie never had a boyfriend, how could it possibly be related to so many men?
A girl with minus glasses who was also not very familiar with Lisle confirmed the address. He denies about the work Bella told him. He thinks it's just the girl's delusion of still being annoyed with Lisle one day.
Despite not believing in Bella, inevitably Annie felt relieved to also hear the words of the girl who always justified the location of her glasses whenever sagging while talking. How could he hand over a girl who was no longer pure to master Aaron?
Aaron's response wasn't as Annie's expectation.
“You have emptied his house?” cetus Aaron made Annie growl in disbelief. He thinks Mr. Aaron will give him a little leeway. All day long she was too busy looking for information about Lisle but Aaron still wanted her to leave that house.
The woman clenched her hands in anger. That's all he can do. Refraining, especially. An Aaron never cares about anyone's feelings.
“Be... not yet, Mr...” Annie's throat was suffocating.
“You'd better go tomorrow. But don't worry, I'll return the damn house when I get the guarantee.” Aaron then cut off the connection.
In a large house in his office room, Aaron puts his phone on the table. He looked at Bay sitting on a sofa in front of him “Have Mike and Harry come here!” his orders.
Bay didn't say anything. Just nodded slowly and got up leaving his master in that large work space.
Aaron has grown used to Bay's talkative attitude. Not that Bay is mute. Sometimes he talks too. Only very rarely.
This time the task is not heavy. Just take a girl and escort her along the journey for about half an hour by plane. What is dangerous about a weak girl? If everything goes well, the girl will already be in this house tomorrow .
Imagining about the girl, Aaron smiled to himself. She often sees Lisle in Annie's shop serving her shoppers. Well-favoured. His movements were smooth and his speech was soft as well. He used to go there buying little things just as an excuse to say hello to the girl.
Aaron knew the girl was friendly to anyone. Every time he called her sweetie, the girl just smiled sweetly and probably thought it was just an old man's joke.
Aaron smiled at the wall in front of him.
From the very beginning he saw Lisle, Aaron knew that he had to have her. Moreover, he knew that some of the young men had tried to approach Lisle, further making Aaron eager to get the girl. Then come up with a plan. It just so happened that Aunt Lisle who was the gambler was always running out of money. So Aaron gave him a loan that keeps growing every day. After the loan was enough to make it impossible for the woman to pay, Aaron wanted Lisle as collateral.
About half an hour waiting, there was a knock on the door.
“Log in!” Aaron.
Two men, one thin and the other medium in stature, entered. Behind him, Bay catches up but is just a door. He's waiting there.
Two of Aaron's men live behind the walls of his master's mansion. There is a medium-sized house and several other houses inhabited by coffee plantation workers. Bay is just a short walk through a fence to get there.
Mike looked grim and always looked sad since the death of his wife. He strangled the woman himself while drunk. It became increasingly frequent to visit bars in the area afterwards.
Harry is the opposite of Mike. His body was only slightly lower than Mike's tall and thin. But his face was endlessly smiling. People even thought he looked smiling as he grieved.
“Find this girl!” Mr. Aaron held out a brown, folio-sized envelope.
Harry accepted it and immediately saw the contents. A photograph. An address and a smaller envelope. He knew the contents, a stack of banknotes.
Harry grinned happily as he looked directly at the sheets of the exchanger. Without counting, he knew it was a considerable amount.
“No violence. If you have to force it, do not let the girl get hurt. I do not want my package to arrive in a state of disability even though it is just a scratch.” Aaron stops, remembering by her the girl's smooth white skin.
“But definitely complete this task as soon as possible. I'll give you an extra bonus when you arrive later.”
The grin on Harry's face widened to hear Aaron's promise. Mike was smiling, but the gloom on his face made the smile look bad. In both minds was how lucky they were this time. The job is very easy but they are paid a lot for it.
“Good, Sir. We will try as soon as we return.” Harry is speaking.
“Bay will take you to the airport. Remember, don't provoke a fuss if you don't need to!” Aaron reminded.
Both just nodded.
“You can go. O yes, Mike, while you guys are on duty, I don't want you to mess it up with your drinking pleasure!”
“Good, Mr.” This time Mike answered. He did not plan to get drunk from tonight until the next two days. He still had time after this task was completed.
“Go!” Aaron moves his hand in the air as a form of expulsion.
The two hurried away followed Bay.
Upon Bay's return from dropping off an hour later, Aaron seemed preoccupied with the sheets of paper on his desk. He raised his face as soon as he saw Bay still standing even though he had told him to go get some rest.
“What better I go, Sir. It is said that Black Mountains is not a friendly place.”
This mute is talking too, Aaron thought.
“I still need you here, Bay. Some loans will be due within these two days. I can't count on the others.” He's telling.
“I know your anxiety. But she's just a poor girl. No one will lose.” Aaron calmed down while continuing his work.
In his heart, Bay refuted the words of his master. Something can't be as simple as it looks.