Chapter 11: Peacock
The bulky man hesitated.
"I asked you if you succeeded. I don’t need your silence. Answer me."
"No... We didn’t succeed."
He straightened up and clasped his hands behind him.
The man seated at the window still didn’t turn around his chair. "I paid you the complete amount of money you and your team requested, Ezekial, and you came back with a straight face to tell me that you couldn’t complete the job? Are you trying to tell me that you are incompetent and I merely wasted half a million?"
"All my men are dead, sir," the man Ezekial ground out, balling his fists. "Every single one of them I took with me is dead, and I barely managed to get out. I could have died as well—"
"Then you should have. That way, I wouldn’t regret the money wasted. The only thing I wanted to hear the very second you walked into my office was that the job was done." The man questioned, "How couldn’t you kill that girl? One little woman?"
Ezekial’s left gray eye twitched, the scar across his face, deep and angry. "It’s not like that. There was someone with her."
"Someone?"
"Yes. That multi-billionaire, Zayne Mancini."
"Zayne Mancini?"