Death or Me
749 Words
Kingsman House:
“In Service, Lucela”
“Reporting, sir” Lucela responded as he was now back in working mode with Kwan.
“Green handkerchief, huh?” said Kwan as he sat down in his black leather chair behind his desk. “Green handkerchief and he’s Mexican.” Kwan said with an annoyed chuckle.
“What about a green handkerchief sir?”
“Someone is double crossing me, taking money and using my name to do it.” Kwan said.
“So that's why the businesses in the area were raising their prices, they were being gouged by Easy Men?” Luclea asked, Kwans silence was the only thing he needed to hear to figure the rest of the story out.
“One of the Noble Men are doing under the table operations using your name, having Easy men collect money from businesses all over Korea.”
Kwan still had nothing to say.
“They are operating on a Global scale?”
“93 Million dollars has been taken from all the regions that I own.” Kwan said as he pulled out his golden pistol.
“Sir I do not understand how this has gone under my radar, I have kept a close eye on each region and have not seen or heard anything outside of our normal operations.”
“Green handkerchief.” Kwan said plainly.
“But sir there are more than 450 Noble and Rain Men who wear the Mexican Match.” Luclea said in a concerned voice.
“GREEN!” Kwan shouted, c*****g his pistol.
“Handkerchief.” Luclea finished as he understood exactly what Kwan wanted him to do. Luclea quickly grabbed his phone and began drafting a message to all Noble and Rain Men who wore a Mexican Match. A “Match” was just a fancy term they gave to the word handkerchief in the mafia. Each member wears a Match based on their country's flag color, a Mexican Match is Green as it is the most prominent color of the Mexican flag.
“ All green Match wearers will report to the wearhouse tomorrow at 9:30pm. Should I have the girl moved to another location in the house?” Lucela asked.
“Leave her here and send grandma to stay at one of my hotel's spas with a full Noblemen security detail, if she asks why tell her that I had something come up at work. I want her to be out of the door within the next 20 minutes.”
“Yes sir.”
Kwan’s patients had been completely drained from today's events, not only has someone been impersonating him moving millions of dollars using his name, but he also has to deal with the woman in his basement.
“You may leave.” Kwan said, waiving Lucela away. Highly annoyed and angered, Kwan reached to grab his tablet that was lying on his desk. As soon as he powered it on, hundreds of emails began pouring in from both work and mafia business, as emails continued to flood in a message notification form Lucela popped up at the top of his screen. To his surprise it was a personal data file on Cyra, the cameras outside of his house where she met him caught footage of her face. The camera and security systems installed in all of Kwan's properties are equipped with governmental level facial recognition technology that allows his security teams to quickly identify potential threats.
“Cyra Elezabeth Demore…” Kwan read aloud.
Age:28
Height: 5’7
Race: African American
Nationality: American
Eye color: Brown
Hair color:Black
Family: Unknown
Current status: Vacation Seoul South Korea, with one companion
Companion(s): Beatrice Ladron
Relationship status: Unknown
Marriage history: None
Religion: Unknown
Education History: Unknown
Lineage: Unknown
Occupation:Fashion designer
“How the f**k do you know that shes a fashion designer but not know if she has a boyfrined.” Kwan mumbled as he scrolled further down the page to which the rest of the prompt questions were answered “unknown”. The more Kwan read about Cyra the more he became intrigued with her. “How is it that even the government has no real information about her.” He asked aloud. Completely forgetting his anger that was now replaced with curiosity, Kwan quickly stood up from his seat and tossed his tablet back onto the desk.
“I’ll just find out for myself.” Kwan said as he walked out of his office, enroute to the elevator.
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