Trapped in Love Reply to the Revenge of the Mafia
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Zoalva got out of the car. His arrival seemed to make the atmosphere instantly change the temperature above the average of thirty degrees Celsius.
His eyes were sharp as a double-edged sword ready to redeem the senses of human sight. No one dares to be close or just to know. Even everyone who saw his sinister face felt extremely frightened.
Zoalva got into his skyscraper. The building he's built since losing both his parents. The building that woke up as proof that he had once fought from below.
"Good morning, sir" said the employees lined up neatly while bowing respectfully.
He didn't respond to anything. He stepped wide past the employees who bowed respectfully to him.
Zoalva got into the elevator and was followed by Robin who was dripping her briefcase.
"Robin, give me the month-end report" he asked.
"Okay sir" Robin bowed respectfully.
Ting
Elevator door opens. Soon the two men came out of the elevator. Zoalva immediately entered his room. He rarely entered the company, usually a company problem handled by Robin. The time Zoalva spent at the base to assemble his illegal weapons.
"Excuse me sir, here's the report you requested," Robin put the documents on Zoalva's desk.
Zoalva replied with a nod. He immediately opened the report and read it carefully.
"Have you checked Robin?" Without seeing the assistant and still flipping through the report paper.
"Ehem, it's Mister," replied Robin a little nervously.
"Then?" He was still flipping through the paper.
"I found some reports that didn't match financial expenses, sir," Robin replied. "I've checked it several times, like there's people who smuggle in company funds" Robin explained. "I've encircled parts that don't match the data that's on my computer, sir," he continued.
"Call the financial manager and the marketing manager" asked Zoalva, putting the documents back in his hands.
"Okay, sir,"
Zoalva leaned his back. He seemed to be smiling sinisterly while shaking his head.
"It turns out there are still people who dare to play around with me. All right, I'll show you the real death" he said. "Like her I got a new catch. It's good for the menu later tonight" he exclaimed, laughing and sounding creepy.
"Excuse me sir," Robin came with two middle-aged men trailing behind her.
"Ehem," Zoalva just cleared her throat then looked at the two middle-aged men. Both faces looked pale. Cold sweat poured down and they just looked down in fear.
Zoalva stared at the smirk of the two men in front of him. It seemed as if the two were frightened as Zoalva stared at him sharply.
"Sorry Tu-an. What did an-da call us here?" the manager looked nervous.
"Ehem," Zoalva cleared her throat with a casual smile.
"The financial report I received is about 500,000$, do you know where the problem is?" asked Zoalva looking at the middle-aged man.
"Sorry, my lord, I don't know. I did not find any data on the difference in my report," he replied trying to keep looking calm even though the heart actually felt like moving places.
"Ohh so yaa," said Zoalva still look relaxed. "You know, do you know if there's a big difference between the income you're reporting and the financial statements he's making?" Zoalva looked at the one man.
"Sorry Mister. I have checked it and there is no data on the difference" replied the one man. He was nervous not playing.
"Right," Zoalva applauded. "Ehem, you're not lying. Just not telling the truth. I see," ledek Zoalva.
"Okay sir," Robin immediately put the handcuffs in the hands of the two middle-aged men.
"Take them to headquarters" he asked.
"Okay sir" Robin said
"Find his family. Destroy the. Don't leave one left, "the word of Zoalva is full of emphasis.
"Come," Zoalva and a few men in black pulled the two middle-aged men forcefully.
"Sir, please forgive us, sir. Forgive us sir" shouted one of them.
Zoalva cuckled at his ears. He did not care at all about the screams and roars of those who loved to play around with him. There's no mercy. There is no chance to fix yourself. Whoever it is and anyone if you dare to look for trouble with him. It means being prepared to face death inappropriately.
Zoalva lit his cigarette. He sucked the object that produced the smoke and then spouted the smoke up to form a blob.
People always dared to look for trouble with him. Though he had reminded her not to play around with him because she did not like to be played with. But because there are still many people who like to see him throw blood, Zoalva has no objection at all.
"Dear Haiii," John went into his friend's room. "You look upset, why?" godfather
Zoalva did not respond he was even engrossed in sipping a cigarette in his hand.
"Like you don't know John yet if anything goes wrong with the company?" Zoalva looked at John sharply
John squeaks. "Actually I already know but I want you to know for yourself" replied John with a sinless smile.
Zoalva again took a sip of the cigarette tucked in between his fingers.
"Ehem, your room is very luxurious and big too yaaaa?" eru John sitting on the sofa. "When am I rich like you?" He imagined himself to be a rich man.
John is a good friend of Zoalva. The two of them were working together in a black world. But John didn't like killing, he just taught and tortured and then let the man die slowly.
"How's your latest weapons launching?" John looked at Zoalva who seemed to be enjoying the sip in his hand.
"Currently," he answered.
"Ehem, I think there will be something that will disrupt it" John said with a long sigh.
"I know and I won't let it go" replied Zoalva again.
Zoalva put out a cigarette in his hand. He pressed the cigarette in the ashtray until it broke and the fire died.
"What about the stuff I ordered?" Zoalva sat on the couch following John. Both are good friends, even though they argue often.
"At the way. Hopefully not known by the police. I sent him over the ship because the waterway was harder to detect" John pulled his back.
"Ehem, hopefully. I need that stuff right away," insisted Zoalva
John snorting. Although he's a dealer but he's not a wearer. Even though he's a ruthless mafia but he still thinks normal especially his mother always scrapes him every day. John's parents don't know what his son's doing. All they know is that John runs a business with Zoalva.
"Until when are you gonna stop using that stuff?" John looked at his friend seriously. "The effect next to him, you know for yourself?" abugn.
"I don't know. I can't stop. I need that so I can kill every day. I can't if I don't kill. I feel a loss if I don't see blood for a day" Zoalva licked.
"Cihh, you're really a man of order from hell. I think only you have a killing hobby" John shuddered in horror at Zoalva's explanation.
"Ehem, you're right. Like her I was indeed in a special message from hell," Zoalva chuckled with a big laugh. "Aren't you afraid if I make one of his residents?" zoalva Goda.
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