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bunnybabe247: There's some sort of empathy in Cindy because she's a girl. She may be tough but she'll always be the girl in the group and that's how the guys view her. Sad, but true. Thank you! :)
treblegirl1: It's the closest thing Cindy will ever get to ! Jazmine was acting delusional and Huey was like 'what the fuck...' :)
mimi: Riley's going to be like that for a while and Cindy will have to cope with it :/
ShellieB: Yea, I can understand him wanting to be left alone even if all Cindy does is want to help. Some people just mourn like that. Cindy's heartless but she has soft spots...very miniscule soft spots, but it's still there. Lol. I try to put in HueyxJazmine moments but they're not going to really happen until later on in the story. Thank you!
Che Black Diamond: Lmao! You are so hilarious. " Shit I'd probably build a fort and pretend to be Dora or some shit." Cindy is really tense right now, but that's just cause of Riley.
Kendrickthemorningstar: Lmao! Yea, Cindy is a boss!
Jazavelli: Lol. Yea, Cindy's not so gangsta when it comes to Riley. And Riley, well he's just hating everything right now and taking it out on whoever. He doesn't really care. Yes, there will be more thug banter :) I love putting some jokes in here from the group. You'll see what it is :) Thanks! :)
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arielle: Awww! :) That's so sweet. Thank you so much. I hope this was worth the wait!
LovinHueyFreeman: Yea, Riley and Cindy's relationship will be fucked up for a while. Even though Cindy won't admit it, she's very very jealous of any other girl because she wants to be the only one. Cindy is fool! :) lol. Jazmine is going super crazy. Lol. I read all of your reviews from chapter 1 to chapter 5 and I'm happy I got you into this story :D and Thank you so much for loving this!
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Chapter 6: Red Envelope
"I'm in the Gotti family; my wife's the boss" -John Gotti
Frantic footsteps paced back and forth in a continuous pattern until they stopped and the owner went to rest on the sofa that was positioned to the right of me. Instead of pacing, her leg started to shake nervously. I was sitting in a recliner chair suitable for a King-which I am in a sense or at least the king of a certain field. Worried crucelean eyes stared at me with intensity "I'm so worried, I don't know what to do," she said finally but I already knew she was filled with concern. Her body language gave that away a long time ago.
"Calm down, Sarah. I'm sure Jazmine is fine...You know how she gets when she's stressed out," My finger circled around the delicate top of the glass and I picked it up to bring it to my nostrils and take in the aroma of my favorite delicacy of wine. Ahh, that's nice.
Those big blue eyes were still boring into me when my hysterical wife replied, "I know, Tom. But this time it's different! She hasn't answered any of my calls the past three days! The past three days! How the hell do you expect me to calm down after that?!"
The cool glass touched my lips as I took a sip of the red wine before I answered her sullenly. "She's done worse and you know that..."
Sarah looked down in her lap sadly and agreed. "I know she's runaway for longer...But that was when she was younger and she's grown up now. She's in a better place now. We made sure of that….But the decent thing to do would be to at least tell me when she'll disappear for a while. I don't understand what would make her want to get away from me. All I've been to her is helpful with the wedding, and this is how she repays me? By ignoring me?"
It's not new information that my wife becomes overly obsessed with her passion of the moment and as of now that passion happened to be Jazmine's wedding. Much to Jazmine's displeasure. My poor baby girl. I love my dear wife and have for the past thirty plus years but she does tend to go overboard when she's involved in planning things and that negatively affects the people working with her. A perfect example; Jazmine is probably aggravated with her and doesn't want to be bothered. Mainly to myself, I quietly murmured, "Well, the way you've been acting I'd run off too."
"What did you say?!" She probed furiously and her gaze quickly shot up to meet mine.
Shit, she heard me.
I took another sip of the wine and started coughing, trying to stall enough time and find a way to recover from my grave slip-up. "What I mean, honey, is... You've been so demanding from Jazmine lately. Maybe she needs a break from all this wedding planning. The wedding isn't until, what, a couple of months? Let her breath."
Guess my quick recovery wasn't as smooth as I thought it was because Sarah's eyebrows furrowed and she was apparently offended. "Oh, so it's my entire fault now that I want the best wedding for Jazmine? I can't be happy my daughter is getting married? Our only child. You're outrageous!" Sarah glared at me then turned away from me in annoyance.
Another sigh escaped my lips as I patted my lap motioning Sarah to come towards me. Eventually she lightly sat on my lap but refused to turn and face me. Deciding that looking away and pouting would maintain her defiant position.
"That's not what I meant honey and you know that. Look at me." She refused and didn't dare budge from her stance.
Smoothly, I purred her name the way that makes her melt. "Sarahhh." The way her body twitched told me she did not expect that and it caught her off guard. I smirked amusingly.
One more and I've got her. "Sar-"
"What?! What do you want?!" Sarah turned around to look at me red-faced and tense but not without her death glare.
My smirk only increased. "You are wonderful and don't you ever forget that...But sometimes you just go too crazy over things and Jazmine isn't well with pressure, you know that."
She nodded reluctantly and her defensive faced vanished and was replaced with a dejected slump. "I know," she mumbled.
"Give her a couple of more days and she'll come back ready to do some more wedding errands, I'm sure. Ok?" She nodded again and I pulled her into a warm embrace, kissing her forehead lovingly.
Bennet, our kind elderly butler, came into the living room and politely addressed me, "Sir Dubois."
Sarah snuggled closer to me but I lifted my head up to look at Bennet with my usual business poker face. "Yes, Bennet?"
"There is a young man waiting at the door that has something for you. He said he's from K7 with a very important document."
K7, also known as Killer 7, is a very deadly group that has a handful of accomplished killers that has been drawing a lot of attention lately from renown gangs and mobs across the world. They are known for all the wrong reasons and recently I've taken the pleasure of forming an alliance with them. Do I need them? Not really. Other competing organizations do and that's where it becomes an issue. To them, they're fascinating and an honor to associate themselves with. To me, they're another group of a bunch of cliché highly skilled fighter misfit kids with depressing childhoods, etc., etc. No introductions needed really. Just another force that will be added to my security. Just another expansion of my powerful empire to make sure I'm forever in the lead. Working in a world full of competition, nothing is never enough. The only reason I'm taking the time out of my day to attend this affair is only out courtesy, not because I genuinely care for the treaty. Something to say 'Welcome to the Dubois family, I appreciate the next X amount of years of your existence that you will do dirty work for me'. Got to love the formalities, I thought sarcastically.
Bennet came back in the room startled and a red envelope was in his hand. He cleared his throat and looked at me with muddled eyes, "The man appeared to have left the premises, Sir...But on the ground lay this red envelope addressed to you." He held it up and I waved him over to bring it to me so he handed it to me and left with a swift bow when I dismissed him.
"What do you think it is," Sarah inquired as she gazed upon the envelope.
"If it's what I think it is, then it should be an invitation to celebrate our alliance." I replied disinterestedly.
Her blue eyes lit up and the vibrant life seemed to come back to them. "A ball?! How lovely!" She exclaimed loudly and began rambling about buying a new dress for the gathering. Real 180 degree turn from her former attitude.
I gave a small smile as I watched my wife babbling and was about to put the envelope on the table until Sarah interrupted me. "Well, aren't you going to open it?!...Here, let me open it. I always love to see invitations. Plus it might give me some ideas for the wedding and-" After a while the rambling becomes inaudible from tuning it out. It took years and years of marriage to build up the tolerance.
My eyes rolled and I let her take the envelope from my hand. She opened it but her gleeful disposition seemed to drastically transform into one full of anger and hatred as her eyes scanned over it. Her mouth boxed up and her nose flared as her icy voice spoke. "Tom, you know what you have to do." Sarah got up from the couch and left the room speedily without another word.
She left me there in misunderstanding but her words became clear when I saw what she did.
Water dripped from my naturally tight curly hair and it hit the counter repeatedly. Drip, drip, drip. The white towel was wrapped around my form and I just stood there in front of the mirror staring at my face. Scrutinizing at all of its various details. My face was better than before because I was able to get some sleep last night. It wasn't the best but it was sleep. At least the dark circles left the borders of my eyes.
Then there was my hair which was a totally different story. Most people would be excited to have hair like mine but most of the time I loathe it. Sure, it looks nice but it's hard to manage and I don't have the time to doll up in the mirror all day so I just keep it straight. Without my proper hair care products I'm forced to deal with this catastrophe. It became hot at times and I decided to take the hair tie from around my wrist to put it in a messy bun.
I licked my chapped lips to give it some moisture and reached for the toothpaste and toothbrush to brush my teeth. They will allow me to go insane but at least they let me keep my hygiene, I thought cynically. I rinsed my mouth out and grabbed the hand towel to wipe the water around my mouth.
A certain natural glow was missing from me. My joy, my cheerfulness, my spirit; the very qualities that made up who I was. It was now replaced by a fragile and lost soul trying to find the virtues in life again.
I miss my love Cairo and how comforting I feel when he holds and kisses me, my father who makes me feel secure and at home when I'm around him, and even my recently wedding-crazed mother that never fails to be there for me. I'd do anything to be wherever they are now. Instead I'm held captives by some insane gangsters. My father is Don Dubois but here I was last night groveling at the feet of the enemy and being spoon fed like a baby. It was sickening and I was disgusted myself from how weak I must seem. He wouldn't approve of my behavior and would be the most disappointed. Maybe that gangster chick was right…God, I'm so pitiful.
After analyzing my looks and thinking longingly I dried off and put on the clothes the blonde girl gave me. A quick glance in there mirror and I was met with my image sporting a gray tank top and black pants. Then I exited the bathroom and laid down on the bed, staring at the ceiling and becoming lost to my dangerous thoughts.
Last night kept replaying in my head. It is still shocking to me that the boss is the same person that freed me from those painful knots that chained me to the bed. For some reason I expected to see someone more demented and rough around the edges instead of calm cool and collected. I expected someone dressed thuggishly and tasteless compared to the designer suit he was wearing. I expected someone ugly on the inside and out, but he was… My cheeks started to heat up and I shook my head contemptuously. Disgusted at myself that my mind would venture that far. He can't be the boss, he just can't.
Why did he cut off those knots? It doesn't make sense for him to randomly come in my room to do something out of his way. It was strange; it wasn't what the enemy does for the imprisoned. There's no gallantry when it comes to evil people so why did he do that?
Suddenly the door opened brusquely and in walked the blonde girl along with a guard. They both stood in front of me looking down on me. The guard stood like a robot mechanically trained to move when the button was pushed. In his hand there was a medium sized black case he carried like he was holding something of high importance. The girl stared at me with folded arms and furrowed eyebrows. She scrutinized me and looked at me up and down. She just stood there looking at me like I was an unsolvable puzzle.
It was about a full minute until she loosened up from her firm quizzical posture. She shook her head at me as if she gave up on trying solving me and took out a yellow piece of paper from the left pocket of her pants while the guard laid the box down on the ground and kneeled to open in.
"Put your foot on the ground." She commanded me and I cautiously put my foot on the ground. The guard opened the black box and took out the object. It was a bulky bracelet with a light at top side of it. It was green.
"Put it on her," She commanded the guard and he lifted my leg but not without some slight protest from me.
"What are you doing?!" I squealed in fear. Shaking his tight almost agonizing grip from my leg by kicking him in the shoulder. He fell back but quickly recovered and grasped my leg again, this time with more strength. I grimaced by the amount of pressure his strong hands circled around my delicate ankle. Just knowing there would be a big bruise where his hands held onto my skin.
The blonde girl rolled her eyes and cringed from the severity of my high-pitch voice. "Shut the fuck up, you bitch! Or I'll slap you again...Now let him put it on."
I trembled in fear but calmed down and let him place the foreign suspicious object around my ankle. It was cold but not as heavy as I thought it would be even though it's rather bulky and big in size.
My trail of thought was broken once I heard the gangster chick clear her throat before she started to read off of the yellow paper she took out. "You are allowed to leave the room between the hours of 11 am to 9 pm with a guard present everywhere you go. Do not break curfew, you will regret it. There are certain rooms you cannot go into and if you do then your anklet will give you a shock. Green means you are in the safe zone. Yellow is a warning that you are going into a direction you shouldn't. Red means that you are out of boundaries. If you try to take off the bracelet, you will be shocked. If you enter into a red zone area you, you will be shocked until you come back into the orange and or green zone areas. You are not to mingle with any guards or superiors. You are a prisoner until we say so and if you can't act accordingly we will take away this privilege then lock you in a smaller room with nothing." With that, she put the paper back from the pocket she retrieved it and look at me with her usual mean glare.
She folded her arms again and squinted her eyes at me. "I don't know what you did, but that doesn't mean you're special so always remember your place, you brat." There was something else she was fishing out of her pocket. She brought out an already set standard watch and gave it to me and I accepted without a second thought as she continued to speak, "And this is so you have no excuse of not knowing the time."
Quietly, I placed that watch on my wrist, adjusting the band to fit my thin wrist. Is this really happening?! Did this actually work?! A faint cheer returned to my eyes and my mouth twitched forming a small smile. These dreadful four walls will not be the only thing I look at for however long I'll be staying here.
It was relieving that I was allowed to roam freely, with the exception of the red zone areas, around the rest of the grounds and I was suddenly curious about how it looks beyond this room. I've never thought about it until now because I was so focused on wallowing in my own misery. Is it dark and gloomy? Are the hallways dimly lit like a creepy house in a horror movie? Were there entertainment systems like a television, radio, game consoles, so on and so forth? What will I encounter? Or more like who?
She turned on her heel to leave out the room but stopped at the door to turn around and speak, "It's a little after 11 am right now. Get up and come with me brat. I'm only giving you a tour once." She paused for a moment then smirked evilly at me. "Although it would be nice to see you find out which rooms are off limits." Low taunting chuckles came from her mouth but she stopped and gave me her hard stare.
I got up and followed her, with the guard behind me, waiting what I would see behind that dull silver metal door. So it wasn't dark and creepy like I expected. There were circular built-in ceiling lights that lit up the spacious hallways. We walked for what seemed like forever until we stopped in the living room. There were leather couches and a huge flat screen TV that sat on a black TV stand. In the bottom of the glass openings of the TV stand, there was a gaming system and games. Next to the living room was kitchen. It was roomy and had a lot of shelves, drawers, and cooking ware.
"This is the living room and that's the kitchen over there... Now I don't have to cook for your spoiled ass anymore," She said gruffly.
The mood was cozy and inviting, which is bewildering seeing that these people are diabolical criminals...
"You'll have time to stare at stuff later. Come on." She said hurriedly as she walked down another hallway and I trailed behind her.
I followed her and my head turned every time she pointed towards a door that was suitable or off limits. My mind was taking mental notes trying to remember them and my eyes were taking in the decorative scenery.
"That's it," She said finally then smirked. "Find your way back."
Before she could disappear on my leaving me to fend for myself I asked her a question. "Wait! What's your name?"
Her eyes went to the ground and she roughly said "C-Murph " before vanishing and leaving me alone with the detached guard.
C-Murph? What kind of nick name is that?
I turned around and tried to find my way through the maze and miraculously made it back to the living room. Could have sworn I saw a radio next to the TV during the tour and I needed to hear something. Anything. I've been without music for God knows how long and there's only so much humming I could do before I need to hear the real thing.
I knew my eyes weren't deceiving me. There was a Logitech radio sitting on the top of a low table. I kneeled down and turned on the radio low so it wouldn't draw any unwanted attention. Some contemporary mainstream song was playing. The powerful and lively beats reached inside my soul and started uplifting my spirits instantly. This was a pleasant change right about now based on the situation I'm in. Naturally I started singing along in a low voice like the music and lay down on the ground closed my eyes and bobbed my head letting the music take over my body. A few lines passed by and I was slowly regaining myself.
"Well, it looks like the princess has some lungs on her." That familiar uninviting creepy voice interrupted.
Immediately, I was forced back into reality as I opened my eyes and saw the creepy guy and the dread head guy towering over me with entertained smirks on their faces. I sat up and brought my legs close to my chest as I looked in front of myself, refusing to meet their eyes, wishing they would just go away. They started cackling and I became even more embarrassed.
"Yea, she does. The girl can sing. I wonder what else she could do with that pretty little mouth of hers." The dread head guy said as he raised a suggestive eyebrow towards me. They started laughing louder than before, taunting me blatantly.
I curled my face up in abhorrence and continued to look in front of me while they were having their twisted fun of humiliating me. With haste impatience, I scooted closer to the radio and turned it off then spun around to leave the room but was stopped by the thick voice of the dread head guy.
"Aww, where you going? The party was just getting started." He said in a mocking tone as the creepy guy chuckled.
I continued to walk away from them and down one of the many endless hallways, with the guard hot on my trail. They are such pricks! A deep annoyance spread across my face. This was the part of the compromise I wasn't looking forward to. Blinded by the eagerness to get out of that suffocating room, it slipped my mind that I would have to encounter the likes of them. Now I just want to go back to that sanity-sucking room and wish I could never see those vicious males again.
It'd been about twenty minutes of walking and brooding about how much I hate everything when I notice that I'm definitely lost in the maze-like hallways. I put a hand to my forehead and let out a sigh of frustration. A low grumbling noise came from my stomach and I covered it with my arms to muffle the sound glad that there was no one besides the stoic guard to bear witness. I'm hungry and I don't know how to get back to the kitchen. That's just peachy. My eyes rolled when my stomach complained to me again. I know, I know. You want to be fed.
I turned around and faced that guard then asked politely, "Hey...Umm, how do I get back to the kitchen?"
"..." All he did was stand in his usual uptight and secure position with those dark tinted sunglasses covering his eyes.
"Hellooo…Do you hear me talking to you?!" I questioned again this time laced with a thick irritation.
Still nothing. All I received as a response from him was silence. He didn't budge and his face didn't show any sign of emotion. He had about as much emotion as a mannequin. On a second thought, I think a smiling mannequin wins when it comes to a personality contest.
I turned back around and muttered to myself, "Looks like I have to find it myself."
As I turned the corner of the hallway I bumped into something, or rather someone, unexpectedly. I looked up nervously to see who it was. It was a tall guy with identical maroon eyes as the Afro headed 'boss'. Same light caramel skin complexion and similar features. The only thing different was that he seemed be more intimidating and his hair were worn in braids. They must be related. Either brothers or…definitely related. His eyes hardened when he realized he bumped into me.
"Watch where the fuck you going," He said coarsely and brushed past me.
"Wait!" I yelled after him.
He stopped but didn't turn around.
"W-Where is the kitchen? I'm kind of lost." I said timidly with my head down and fidgeting with my thumbs.
"That aint my problem, bitch." He said and continued to walk in the opposite direction I was going.
My head dropped hopelessly and my stomach grumbled loudly again. There's no point in sulking so I started to retrace my steps. After about thirty minutes, I was able to find my way to the living room area where the kitchen was next to. Before I entered I peered around the corner hesitantly scoping out the other presences, I was able to hear the same guys from earlier talking about something. Also I heard the blonde girl say something, or rather C-Murph say something. I let out a low giggle as I remembered how weird of a 'name' that is.
"You're horrible at trying to be undetected." I heard that low creepy voice whisper in my ear.
A piercing scream escaped my lips. Jumping from behind the corner of the hallway and fully into the living room where I saw the guy I bumped into, the dread head, and C-Murph. C-Murph and the dread head looked amused and laughed at me being scared while the guy with the braids wasn't paying any attention. He was sitting on the couch drinking something presumably some type of alcohol since his cup consisted of a double shot glass. I turned around to confirming my suspicions of the culprit that made me nearly have a heart attack. It was that creepy guy who kidnapped me. Never will I forget his chillingly perilous voice. Not anytime soon that is. His triumphant laughter rang through my ears, along with the dread head and C-Murph's.
"What the hell?!" I exclaimed loudly and then pointed at the creepy guy. "You were just over there. How the..." I trailed off and let the confusion take over.
He folded his arms and smirked. "It's my talent princess. If I told you then I'd have to kill you."
The dread head spoke. "Damn, cutie. I wonder if you scream like the in bed. You'd be fun fucking." When he said that my face heated up instantly from the awkwardness and lack of necessity of his remark.
I gulped and shook my head then walked towards the kitchen to quickly get me something to eat before these ridiculous people do something else to me.
Maybe it wasn't so bad being in that room...alone.
3 pm
The dodge charger pulled up to an unkempt and rough-looking brick building with the a sign that read 'Blue Magic'. The driver came to open my door and I got out then stared at the sign with discouraged eyes. I heard the other car door open and close and saw Dewey standing next to me from my peripheral vision.
"T-Bone done messed with the wrong niggas." He announced.
I kept staring at the sign then looked at wooden double-doors and nodded my head in agreement. Another black car pulled up and three armed, intimidating guys came out standing behind Dewey and I.
"Let's go." I commanded brusquely as they followed me into the tattered old building.
When we entered, the strong smell of weed bombarded us. My noise responded with a twitch of disgust. My entire party could not help but cough a few times due to the potent never-ending cloud of smoke that should not veil such an expansive structure. We passed through the vacant dance floor and the dingy bar and went to the back of the club where several rooms were located but I was only interested in one.
Standing guard at the door I was going to enter, there was a burly dark-skinned man with a long scar on his face and an unpleasant aura. He folded his arms and his deep voice roared. "Where do yall think yall goin'?"
"We're going through the door when you move the fuck out of the way." I snapped impatiently. Every day was not the day to fuck with me. But today especially was not the day.
"You're not going anywhere!" He roared outrageously resembling a broke down crack-addicted lion. His face turned barbaric and he attempted to snatch me by the neck but stopped when my boys pulled out their guns and aimed it at him. Bullets beat fists every time. He doesn't seem so big and bad now. Heh. I smirked as he removed himself from the entrance of the door backed up with raised hands and allowed us to enter finally.
"I knew you'd see it my way. They always do." I remarked arrogantly when I passed him.
The room was small and very simple. Weed and cigarette smoke floated through the air and the loud explicit chatter from before sharply ceased when they noticed they were blessed with visitors. There was a long white rectangular table and a bunch of niggas sitting around it and playing dominoes. They all turned their attention towards us and instinctively took out their various guns then aimed it at us defensively. I scanned through each of the men until they found the one I wanted. The crack-looking bony male was sitting at the head of the table with alert and wide fearful eyes. I locked eyes with T-Bone and I pierced them into his as he gulped guardedly.
"Put those away you dumbass niggas! Do you fucking idiots know who that is?" He grilled, yelling at his crew and they reluctantly put away their protection. They looked at each other still not understanding how much of an important figure graced their presence.
Imbeciles indeed.
"H-Hey Cairo. What's up man? It's been a long time since I seen you" T-Bone said nervously as he was scratching his neck uncontrollably.
"I'm not here to play games with you T-Bone. You know why the fuck I'm here. You, Xavier, and Monte Cortez have a death wish plastered on your 3 worthless foreheads and I'm making my rounds to grant it." I said that part with a cool a collected manner but for the last part I tilted my head sinisterly and with a clenched jaw boomed, "You don't fuck with Don Dubois's daughter. You don't fuck with my fiancée!"
T-Bone shook his head in feign misunderstanding and wrinkled his eyebrows together. "Man, I don't know what you talkin' about. You crazy man!"
My jaw further clenched and that word crazy struck a nerve in me. "I'm crazy?! Oh, I'll show you crazy." With that, Dewey and I walked out of the room leaving the other guys to do our filthy activities.
The only sound we heard was niggas yelling and guns popping off. I smirked in satisfaction and reached the car. All of a sudden my phone started to ring and my eyes widened in a rare fear when I saw who it was. My mentor, my future father-in-law, the only person that I genuinely respect. He will never stay any of those if I can't find Jazmine without him finding out. I've worked so hard to be brought down like this. I just need to get this situation under control. Pronto.
Our guys came out from the building unharmed or phased as they got into the other car and drove off. I got in the car and signaled the driver to go before answering the phone.
"Mr. Dubois. How are you?" I asked politely.
"Cairo, I need to see you right away. It's urgent." He said seriously.
"Yes Sir."
"Come to the house."
"Yes Sir."
He hung up and I looked at Dewey. "Don Dubois needs to see me about something."
"What do you think it is?" He asked on edge.
"I don't know." I said, puzzled then continued. "It's something serious, though. I can feel it. I just hope he doesn't know."
I told the driver to go to the Dubois residence and he obeyed. My gut ached with a looming feeling of something bad in the works. I peered out of the window wondering what was so important and the car ride was eating me up with gut-wrenching anticipation. When we arrived, I was still feeling uneasy. Dewey stayed in the car and I got up to go to the entrance door of the Dubois manor.
I rang the doorbell and was greeted by the friendly butler Bennett. "Hello Sir. Cairo." I nodded my head in reply and gave him a small smile.
He led me to Mr. Dubois's office and knocked on the door. "Sir. Mister Cairo is here to see you."
"Let him in."
Bennet stepped to the side and I entered the door to be met with...
