My Life with the CEO

Tato

Somewhere far from the Mansion. In an area that looked shabby and untouched. Abandoned apartment. The unused railroad tracks. Irregular high tares. The shady trees that make the area like a dead city. And across the railroad tracks is a wild forest, which is almost never touched.

If at night the area looks even more bleak. There are only a few street lights that live alone. Even abandoned apartment buildings do not show any electricity.

A few meters from the row of abandoned apartments, there are besin poms and mini markets that are not maintained as well. Some food was still in the area. The glasses are starting to blur. And inside looked two people like homeless people, occupying the area.

Sometimes, there are young couples who deliberately seclude to mingle. But only then did they relax there, there was always a terrible sound. Sometimes the sound is like a construction machine. Sometimes the sound of music is shrill and sometimes the roar of a lion or the howl of a wolf.

They immediately fled. Not waiting one more second. Several reports broke into the local police area. But there's no response. Because the police have searched the place dozens of times, there is always no result. And only found a few homeless people living in abandoned mini markets.

The police can't do much. Some social networks, ask the government to sell the area and make it a residential area. But the government has always been tight-lipped and said the area was private property.

Until finally everyone stayed away and determined the area was haunted territory. Rumors have spread, if the area is haunted. Another rumor says, if the area is a gathering place for a dangerous gang. Prohibition to the area, to the direction of the road covered with skulls.

That night in the full moon. A small truck of eight people penetrated the cramped road. They pierced through the branches of trees that hung over the ground. Slowly without a sound the car stopped for a moment in front of the mini market, turning on the floodlights twice towards the abandoned mini market. Soon the gate opened slowly.

The truck went in slowly. Large men with two pistols tattooed across the chest lowered the load.A large container was brought into the apartment building.

Only the deoan part of the building looked dark, because once inside the building was bright and seemed busy there. People with tattoos of two crossed pistols were seen wandering there. All kinds of races.

As they entered the spacious inner room. Looks like someone is waiting. They placed the container and opened the load after the man in front of him gave directions with his eyes.

Container opened. Hundreds of kilos of cocaine seemed to have been neatly wrapped. The man signaled the other man beside him to try. After trying the man nodded, the sign of the goods sent according to expectations.

The container then goes under, where there are dozens of others who work and unload the load for input in smaller packages. The eight men who had just put the container into one room to rest.

The man who received the payload then went upstairs. In the room, the elevator worked fine. Each floor has a different function. There is a floor with rooms lined up. There was a floor with dozens of beautiful women who were fast asleep.

Beautiful women who have been kidnapped and made to rely on drugs. They consumed it for free during the hanging of his life in the clan.

At the top of the building is a room where large computers can be easily entered in government satellites. The room is hidden inside an iron door behind which are abandoned cabinets.

Underneath the computer room is a very clean and luxurious room. That's where the man who received the contents of the container came in to report.

In front of him were two men. An Asian with a dragon tattoo biting a gun and a mixed national with a sword tattoo piercing a gun.

"Master! The goods have arrived and all according to the order. Now it's being repacked in small packages."

"Good work. Keep an eye on their work!" said the sword tattoo.

"Ready sir! Will it be distributed soon?"

"Don't plague. Wait orders!"

"There will be a new item at midnight, sir" he reported respectfully.

"good. Make sure they're the women of choice."

"Calm down, sir. These women are very young and easily affected. Some of them volunteered to join." he reported with a face without expression.

The dragon tattooed man smirked. With the lure of money and luxury, lazy young women will be willing to peddle his body just like that. It's easier to manage such women than the ranum they kidnap.

"Ten o'clock at night, get your top ten women ready and drop them off at the XStar hotel. There are high school parties that require fantastic service. Make sure they serve well." orders the dragon tattoo.

"Ready sir!" the second man then resigned and headed to the floor where sex workers began to prepare. They dress up as sensational artists.

Still upstairs the dragon-tattooed and sword-tattooed man, then walked into another room. There looked jaquar and black panther were lazing on the side of a man who was accompanied by a beautiful woman.

The two men's eyes were cold. Until even the wild animals looked down afraid of the aura they emitted. The dragon-tattooed and sword-tattooed man bowed respectfully.

"The container of goods has come as ordered." said the sword tattoo.

"And the beautiful woman is ready to go. Early in the day will come again new stuff." reported the dragon tattoo.

"Good work. You can go and keep an eye on the movement in the casino." the man who sat down leisurely while enjoying the grapes.

"Wait!" the woman's orders made them stop their steps to get out of the room.

"What about the kid?!"

The two men looked at each other.

"We haven't found her mistress" they said in a tone of fear that was suppressed as deeply as possible.

"It's been ten years. It's just that I keep you guys!" his words while pulling the sword from the scabbard and unsheathed it to the two men. The sword handle had a circular dragon carving. The two men immediately let out a sweat on their forehead. And the two ferocious beasts roared to hear the sound of a sword coming out of its scabbard.

"Pardon us madam" they said simultaneously.

"That's it. Let them live. They have tried and we need them" said the husband.

Still with cold eyes, the woman drew her sword and sheathed back. He turned around into the other room. The two men immediately went out.

The woman closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Then she took off her dress and changed. When he curled his hair, on his right shoulder was a dragon tattoo that hugged the sword.