02. BOSS MAN.
In a distant place from where the majority of humanity lives was a condo built. Whichever name people were willing to call it was preferable but it wasn just an ordinary house. It was a mighty one that didn need to scream wealth but just had to stand there to display its glory. Even though it was in the midst of trees and mother nature, it could still be seen as the most preferable place for an introvert and the purpose of accumulation.
It wasn only the exterior part that had people surprised or captured, the inner part was worth the money used in building it. Whosoever came up with the designs needed to get an award because it was probably one of the most beautiful things that man could come up with.
Thick sounds of marching boots made their way across the condo, passing through the eye-catching rooms designed for each purpose. Some were made with real gold and some were handmade designs. The person in question stopped in front of a room and knocked.
The door opened by itself and the person entered. Now, this was another special room with only art and designs of jewelry that were made in gold. The pictures were all drawn and pasted on the wall while the jewelry was kept in transparent boxes and they had the inscription of RYAN A.
"What is it?" The man sitting in front of the arranged jewelry asked. His back was turned against the person who had entered earlier.
"Sir, your private plane is ready for take-off." He replied.
The man paused what he was doing and looked at the jewelry that he had.
"Lets go." He ordered and stood up. He pushed the drawing board to the other side and grabbed his jacket while the other man carried his suitcase before leaving the room which became locked immediately after they stepped out of it.
The whole place wasn technologically dumb, it was a mighty place of abode stored with riches, whose perverted eyes wouldn want to stray towards that exit?
The man perceived to be his assistant kept opening doors and closing them until he closed the last one which was the cars door before hopping into the car.
The car was driven with care until they arrived at the private airport and the boss man boarded a plane back to Central City in Country A.
"He said you should do what?!" A tone filled with unbelief sounded from the laptop placed on Evies bed. Evie took a look at her friend who had almost gone crazy because of what she just said. She seemed to be off duty today as she was a recommended doctor. Unlike Evie who had the appearance of beauty in gangster mode, her friend Debbie had the beauty in goddess mode yet they were perfect together as friends.
Their beauty was like the opposite of each other. While everything that consisted of Evies body was black and brown with a tip of red, for Debbie, it was all brown. Brown hair... brown eyes, the ratio of people having brown eyes and black eyes to other sets of eyes colors was like 100:99:50 [if that is how the ratio is being written, lol]
"You heard me right, babe," Evie replied in a devastating tone.
"But that is way too much for you to handle alone. Moreover, I have only heard about Ryan Anderson and the rumors I heard are not the good ones, trust me. Sometimes just his name alone is meant to give the chills of my life so how can he just assign you to spy on him? Thats a no-no for me on your behalf." Debbie answered.
"Will you tell Shaft that too on my behalf?" Evie asked with a smirk.
"I thought you liked me." Debbie scowled and Evie laughed while distancing herself a bit from the laptop. It was Sunday afternoon, a day of relaxation for her, well that was on a normal day before Shaft suddenly gave her THIS.
"Are you planning to disguise yourself or anything of the sort?" Debbie asked.
"No, I am going in as a chef."
Debbie raised her eyebrows, "Chef? You can hardly prepare Western dishes, you can only prepare African dishes and you think Ryan will accept that?"
Evie ran her hand through her hair while placing the weight of her body on her hands to keep her straight. She wasn convinced about the whole plan as well but she needed to do this for her siblings sake.
"African or European style, I can manage both, thank you. All I just need to do is to cook and..." She stopped talking when she got Debbies you don understand what you are saying type of look. Evie groaned and hit her bed.
"You can try going on YouTube. It might help you."
"I could hardly focus on online video teaching and you think that this is going to be an exception," Evie asked.
"Well for this, my dear, it has to be an exception because guess what? Your lifes on the line. I will pray for your recovery and deliverance. Just try not to mess things up because there is no way that you are getting out of this...not that I do not want you to, theres just no way."
"Wow, thanks, that really helped a lot." Evie rolled her eyes after talking in a duh tone. Debbie gave a silly smile in return.
"You are welcome. Just come to me anytime."
"Haha, anyway, I need to go shopping now..."
"Wait, when are you going to Ryans place?"
"Tomorrow morning. Thats why I am going shopping now. Do you want to come along?" Evie asked and stood up from her bed, she turned the laptop to the other side so Debbie could see her every movement.
"Only if you will buy me something. I ran out of cash," Debbie answered like a spoiled baby.
"Sure... sure, hop on."
"Really? I will meet you at our favorite shopping mall in fifteen minutes. Bye."
Evie snorted and took out her clothes, she went to stand in front of her mirror and did a few poses here and there before glancing at her laptop.
"More like an hour." She joked.