DEREK
I arrived at the office earlier than usual that morning.
Dressed in a navy-blue suit with my hair slicked back, I felt unusually good. Maybe it was because business had been running smoothly.
Maybe it was because a certain woman had been occupying my thoughts lately.
Either way, I wasn’t in the mood to complain.
Smoke curled from my lips as I walked toward my car. “Take me to Blue Modelling Company,” I told my driver.
“Yes, sir.”
I sat back during the drive, watching the city pass by through the tinted windows. Normally, I couldn’t care less about the modelling company. It was just another business under my name. A pretty building used to wash dirty money. Money stained with drugs, blood and stained with things most people wouldn’t survive hearing about.
Yet late
