Chapter 65
Chapter 66-The mafia's possession
"I am sorry, boss. It won't happen again," she pleaded.
Alexander shoved his hands in his pocket. "Yea, right, it won't happen again because you're fired," he sneered.
She fell on her knees as tears slipped down her face. "I need this job, sir. I beg of you."
"You should have thought of that before acting stupid and endangering the lives of others. I want you out of this mansion first thing in the morning."
Santos had shifted to a corner as he took in the scene before him. He was surprised to say the least. It was a miracle that she is still breathing. He would have fired a bullet through her skull.
"I do not like repeating my words. Santos, take her out. She leaves in the morning and don't forget to pay her for her time while working here."
"Yes, boss," he nodded. Then he moved towards Ann and dragged her up. She was utterly devastated by the news. It was a huge loss to her, when she came to the mansion, she was informed that her monthly salary would be five hundred thousand dollars.
Which came to her as a shock. In all her days of working, she has never received such an amount. She kept sobbing as she was dragged out of the office like a petty thief.
If only he'd give her a second chance, she'll prove to him how efficient she can be.
In pain, she left for her room to start packing her things.
Santos returned to Alexander's office. And stood before him. Alexander returned to his chair and sat down. He needed a smoke so he took out a cigarette stick and lit it. He inhaled deeply, the cigarette dangling from his lips. Releasing a steady stream of smoke into the air. With a deliberate slowness, he exhaled, the smoke curling around his head like a halo.
His broad shoulders relaxed into the chair, casting a glare unto Santos, he said. "Where did you keep the money from Vicente?"
"It's quite a lot of money, boss. To avoid being detected, it will be used to get luxury items like; Jewelry and expensive wristwatches which will be sold on an online platform using proxy servers and fake identity. We intend to collect payment through a means that cannot be traced. That way we will get our money back. All clean and good," Santos explained.
Alexander's lips curled up in a smile. "I am impressed," he took a drag and exhaled. " Don't you think it will be underpriced?"
Santos' chest swelled with pride as his boss commended his effort. All his years working for the mafia opened his eyes as to how money is moved to avoid traces. "We will raise the value of these items that way, it will yield profit."
He thought about what Santos said for a few minutes. Then he nodded in approval. "I like that. When will it be done?"
"In two days time. Rio is about to create an account on the platform where these items will be sold."
Alexander poured himself a glass of vodka from the bottle. He watched as the liquid poured from the bottle into the glass. Then he dropped the bottle, the cigarette was in his other hand and he took a sip. "I see. Have you gotten the items?," he questioned.
"We will get it tomorrow to set things in motion," Santos replied.
"Alright, you have my approval. Just be careful."
Santos nodded then he dug into his side pocket and brought out a phone. And then he placed it on the table before Alexander. "This is Jacqueline's phone."
Alexander grabbed the phone from the table. His blood started pumping hard into his veins. Good, now he will get to find out more about Jacqueline and what really happened that day.
Most of the time, one gets to discover the truth from phones used by people. As he was about to switch the phone on, Santos' phone rang.
Santos became uneasy as his phone rang endlessly. Who would be calling him in such an ungodly hour.
"Answer the damn phone," Alexander growled and he leaned back on his chair, his eyes plastered on Santos' face. He took a sip and kept the glass on the table.
Reluctantly, Santos took his phone out and answered. "Yes."
"I called to give you a report about what happened at the guest house."
"I am listening." From the corner of his eyes, he saw Alexander puffing cigarette smoke from his mouth.
"One of the customers at the guest house called the cops after you left."
Santos' body became tense. "Were they able to get anything?"
"No, they found nothing. After you took his body away, I cleaned up the room, leaving no trace behind.
Santos exhaled deeply. He was relieved to hear that. He made sure that he disposed of the body properly. He emptied Vicente's pocket and dumped his body where it would not be found by anyone.
"Alright, if there is anything, just let me know. And also maintain a low profile until it blows away." Then he hung up and shoved the phone in his pocket.
"Who was that?," Alexander questioned.
"It's Molly, she works as a janitor in the guest house. She was the one who supplied information about Vicente," Santos replied.
"What did she say?"
"The cops are asking questions. Someone called them to the guest house. It seemed the gun shot triggered it.
"I am not surprised at all, it is expected. If you play your part, they won't get anything useful. There is absolutely nothing to worry about," Alexander said.
Santos nodded slightly. The job was done well, he was certain that no traces were left behind. Molly has been of great help. Helping them to run little errands or as a spy which she does perfectly.
"You can go now. Don't forget all we've so far. And remember to throw that garbage, Ann. By morning."
"Yes, boss," he replied. Then he spun in his heels and walked out.
Alexander poured the remaining vodka into the bottle and gulped it down. He picked up Jacqueline's phone which he had left on the table and switched it on.
His brow furrowed when it was proving difficult to switch on.
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