Chapter3
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At EZ Stavrakoz Holdings,James walks briskly to the CEO's office holding up his phone to show
Enzo the post on the screen. James with concern and surprise look says
James: “Sir…
Enzo:(who fixes his gaze intently on the screen of his computer) “ Are you going to talk or do
you have a death wish?”
James: “ Sir,I think you need you need to see this”(and shows him the post)
Enzo:(his eyes scan the post,his expression darkening and mutters a curse under his breath)
“The crazy girl!!”(his eyes blazing with anger) “ Who's the crazy woman from yesterday!?”
James(hesitates) “The blogger sir. Her name is Sweet Trope.
”
Enzo:(his face darkens further and thunders) “Sweet Trope!”(the name seems to create a
particular fury in him) “ Find everything about her. I want to know her past,her family,her friends;
everything! And I want the report tomorrow morning or you're dead!” (his voice cold and
menacing)
James:(shivers and trembles) “Ye..s sir!
Enzo: “Out of my sight!”
James:(quickly darts to the door and exits)
Enzo:(His expression transforms,a slow, devilish smile spreading across his face as he mutters
“Sweet Trope” under his breath. His face seemingly drift into a dark reverie as if savouring the
anticipation of what was to come. He takes his phone and car keys from the desk and strides
towards the door.As he emerges from his office,he sees an unusual sight;his workers huddle in
small groups,faces glued to their phones, whispering amongst themselves. Enzo scans the
surroundings, his expression darkening knowing the viral post is likely the topic of the scene in
the discussion.
“Sweet Trope,
” he mutters under his breath. He clears his throat loudly,
breaking the spell. The workers’ heads snap up,their faces displaying apprehension. They
quickly disengage attempting to appear busy as they hastily put away their phones and focus on
their work. The room falls silent with eyes fixed on the screen of their computers awaiting Enzo's
next move.Enzo summons James.) “Why do you allow workers to gossip like this?” (his tone
unforgiving)
James: “Sir…
Enzo: “You're fired!!”
James:( sighs inwardly and mutters) “ Here we go again.
” (he recalls how he has been fired
and rehired by Enzo so many times that he's lost count)
Enzo:( storms out of the building,James following behind. Just as they reach the parking lot,
Enzo suddenly stops and turns his gaze towards James) “ I want that report 7:00am tomorrow
morning.
” (he gets into his car and speeds away)
James: ( Rubs his temples, trying to ward off the headache Enzo's antics always give him. He
shakes his head and walks back into the building.)
The next morning,James walks into the CEO's office with a folder containing the report in his
hand.
James: “Good morning sir. Here's the report you requested for.
Enzo: “ Read.
” ( reclines in his chair,eyes closed, looking relaxed)James:( Clears throat and reads) “Sweet Trope resides in a detached 3-bedroom flat in via dei
Colli,23, Udine. Her family does a potato business, potato farm nearby to be precise and she
has two brothers who are twins.( James remains professional as he conveys the information)
Enzo:( gives a devilish smile,his eyes gleaming with intrigue as he mutters) “Hmm potato farm,
interesting.
James:(his expression remains neutral but deep inside feels a sense of unease as he
recognises the familiar glint in Enzo's eyes. He begins to wonder what his intentions are
regarding Sweet’s action. His thoughts cut through the air by Enzo's voice as he thunders “Get
lost!”
James:(bows and leaves)
Enzo:(picks the small ball on his table, rolling it between his fingers as he stands up with one
hand tucked to his pocket. He walks over to the window,his eyes gazing at the view and mutter
to himself; “ A potato farm.
” The ball continues to roll in his hand that seems to match the
rhythm of his thoughts.He whispers to himself; “ Sweet Trope, I told you nobody messes with
Enzo Stavrakoz and goes scot-free.
” The ball continues to roll in his hand with rhythmic motion.
A man in his late 60’s is seen wielding a cutlass,its curved blade slicing through the grasses
with a rhythmic whoosh. The sound of the blade cutting through the grasses filling the air,
accompanies by a rustle of grasses falling to the ground.
He's wearing a worn brown denim overalls with dirt and soil spreading across his dress as he
works on the land. He wears a hat which casts a shadow over his head and his boots scuffed
and muddy.Stream of perspirations glisten on his brows.He is Trope, Sweet's father.
As he works, a figure emerges from a distance working towards him. Trope pauses , wiping the
sweat from his brows as he looks up to see the man standing before him.
Man: “Good day Mr. I'm here to inform you that you can't work here anymore. The land has
been bought, the landlord says he doesn't want to see you here.
”
Trope: (eyes narrow, a mixture of shock and concern etching on his face as he processes the
change in his circumstances.
“ And what evidence do you have?”
Man: “Here sir .
” ( hands him a document)
Trope:( his eyes scan the contents,his brows narrow as he reads through the document. His
expression changes from skepticism to shock as the words jump at him “Sales of land and
new ownership.
”
The document appears to be in order,with signatures and stamps that seem legitimate.His
shoulders slump with a mixture of resignation and frustration in his eyes.Then he turns to leave
,the document still in his hand. He walks away from the land, his footsteps slow and heavy. His
eyes cast down at the ground.
Man: (watches Trope as he disappears into distance,his expression unreadable. He places a
signboard reading “Sold” indicating its purchase. He pulls his phone out from his pocket, dials
a number and as soon as it connects he says “Done sir”
. He walks from the place and
disappears into distance)
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