ATLAS JUOAQUIN ZACARIAS
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"Meet Mr. Moore."
"Hindi ka sasama, boss?"
"Belinda is waiting for me. I'm already late."
"Mr. Moore might look for you. He has been wanting to see you."
"I'll meet him next time. You can handle it."
Tumango na lang ito. Sumakay ako sa likod ng sasakyan. It was customized. It looked like a small living room with almost everything that I needed. Tiningnan ko ang oras sa relo ko. I was already 30 minutes late.
Kinuha ko ang cellphone mula sa loob ng coat ko at sinimulan itong tawagan. She didn't pick up. I read some of her messages. She messaged me all in caps lock. She was obviously upset about waiting.
"Speed up," utos ko sa driver at inabot ang diyaryo sa tabi ko.
I read the news about the mass killing. It was the Graziano Family. The investigators a
