“Yes boss,” answered Dordo. The general pulled out a drawer of his table and picked a card. He used a black marker to blacken out the four written lines on the card’s face to redact it and went on to write on its back. I was seeing again another instance of an intrigue. I guessed, he was only trying to play safe.
“Call this number if a client comes inquiring, we’ll be the one to deal with him,” said the general, as he slid the card on the table towards my direction. Dordo was quick to pick it and handed it to me. The appointment was short and quick much to my comfort.
“Boss, I’ll go with Joseph to inform Mr. Teng on the phone arrangement.”
“Go then.”
Dordo introduced me briefly to the old c******n who owned the store behind my space when he came to talk to him. The old man knowingly sm
