“What! How did you let this happen,” I shouted, clenching my fist so hard, hitting the trunk of the limousine with it.
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Henry looked down, “Am sorry sir.”
The news he just told me didn’t sound good, the cargo obviously belonged to me. But the goods on the cargo weren’t mine. Sometimes, drug dealers and weapon dealers send their products to me and I transport their weapons and drugs to a safe location away from the police and the drug enforcement agency. This was something I learned from Jennifer when she was working for her mother’s cocaine business.
“Whose shipments were in the ship?” I asked, expecting an immediate answer from him.
But Henry didn’t say a word, his silence gave me the clue that it belonged to someone very big.
I walked closer to him, my tone was calm, “Tell me Hen
