The Pride Game

Chapter 36

"You've come?" asked the young detective in a room. The man was about twenty-five years old, the same as Abdul.

Abdul's chest was pounding; he looked left and right, trying to find out if anyone had followed him to this place.

Realizing what Abdul was doing, the young detective named Paveen immediately reached out his hand, calling Abdul to come inside.

"Why are you outside?" he asked with a broad smile on his face. "Just come in; there's no one here."

Paveen is a young detective who Abdul asks to defend his case that it wasn't him who had stolen the antique urn belonging to his boss, where he works now. The urn is worth 500,000 dollars.

This case will be reported to the police within a week if Abdul does not confess and return where the jar is.

Abdul asks Paveen to help him find out who the real thief is. Abdul and Paveen were childhood friends, so Paveen didn't charge anything when Abdul came to him asking for help. He helped Abdul willingly.

Abdul came in with a face filled with fear. His footsteps faltered; he felt twice as scared as usual.

"Let's go in. If you're outside, then people can see you later." Paveen kept extending his hand, making gestures calling for Abdul.

Abdul's head was down. He seemed to drag his feet.

Only when he got close to Paveen that he dare to raise his head. His lips trembled as he asked, "How? Have you got any proof of who did it?"

Abdul is a former detective the CDA dumped, so he does not have a license to open a practice regarding an investigation permit. His cards are taken and destroyed, so his identity is no longer a detective.

Paveen laughed; of course, he had gone to research every possible culprit.

"Sit down; I'll explain later," Paveen pleaded. He was still sitting in his study. In front of him was a mountain of sheets of paper; he had worked very hard. Abdul's problem is just one of many other cases that are waiting for him to be resolved.

Paveen works alone; he has a license to practice. Unlike Abdul, who works in the company, Paveen works in his own home.

If I opened my own company, Abdul said to himself, I certainly wouldn't have to deal with people like CDA.

When Abdul was seated, Paveen started to open his notes, and he showed a lot of messages there. "There are three people I suspect," Paveen began his analysis.

Abdul looked at the note Paveen had written. His brow furrowed, but Paveen didn't see the crease on his forehead.

"The first person is Jin."

Abdul immediately looked up to see Paveen's face. "Jin?"

Paveen nodded his head with certainty. "Yes, do you know Jin?"

The disappearance of the jar was one week before Abdul and Jin were fired.

Jin was in a different department from the department where Abdul worked.

While the missing jar at a fantastic price is in Abdul's department.

At that time, Abdul had to complete a case report that had a deadline that day, so that night, Abdul had to submit it to his superiors.

His boss is the son of the Finance Director who works at the CDA company.

He repeatedly said to Abdul, "Hurry up! I have to go home! I'm just waiting for you alone. I have to send this data to the Director of Operations in thirty minutes at the latest.

"Okay, wait a minute. I'll finish it." Abdul bowed obediently. He didn't see any more people in his room working till late now.

Their department is very different from other departments because it is only in their place. It cannot be found anywhere else; its existence makes people fall in love, namely, the original urn depicting a dragon wanting to fly from China. The previous President Director gave the urn to his superior, Abdul's father, Mr. Liam.

It had been almost four hours, Abdul was meticulously compiling a report that he had to finish today. There's no more time. Abdul had printed all the reports he made; now, he was about to send them to Harry, his direct supervisor. However, before he went to Harry's room, Abdul heard Harry was calling someone, so Abdul refused to go into his boss's room. Instead, he immediately rushed to the bathroom. In the bathroom, he called his girlfriend.

"How are you?" asked Abdul; he hasn't spoken to his girlfriend since morning. Abdul is busy.

Not the welcome Abdul received but the insults he received. "Why call me! You better not call me at all! I don't need to be called again, okay!"

Abdul widened his eyes as if a large stone had caught in his throat. With a confused face, Abdul asked his girlfriend, "Hey, hey. What's wrong with you? Why are you angry? I've been busy one day, now it's the end of the month, so I have a lot of reports to complete. Don't be angry. Please understand my job."

For a while, his girlfriend didn't respond at all, so Abdul said again, "Don't be angry. I've contacted you now so that we can chat." Abdul started flirting.

However, his girlfriend became even angrier. "Hey! Do you think you're the only one busy! I'm busy too! But I always take my time to text you, reply to your messages, or pick up your phone--"

"But I didn't call you today," Abdul said earnestly, which made his girlfriend bored with him.

"Why are you so busy and also so stupid!"

"Wait... what do you mean? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

However, unfortunately, the phone line was disconnected.

"Tiffany! Tiffany! Tiffany!" Abdul's voice had risen, he called his girlfriend again, but no one answered her call.

He sighed heavily as if all the burdens he had experienced at work had not yet been completed.

When he came into his room, Harry was screaming angrily.

There were already many people in the room. "Abdul! He's the one! He's the one!" Harry shouted.