LIGHT for DARKNESS

EPISODE 3 - AUGUST

Driving into my Empire, my security unit first sweeps the place before I took the elevator to my office. They made sure that it was safe and bug-free. After I settled down, my secretary, a blonde, model figure and a brown-eyed lady walked in. She ran me through the business of the day. I picked the necessary ones and pushed the insignificant meetings to different dates. She leaves and, my debt collector Kelvin comes in. 

Kelvin is a huge, black-haired, handsome and black-eyed young man around his mid-30s. He has been working for me for a bit over four years now. He is the third in command of my mafia business. 

"What is it, Kelvin?". I have no time for greetings. Everyone around me knows that I go straight to business.

" Here". He dropped the different files of debtors who are due or overly due on my white hardwood Chinese office table.

 I stood and walked towards the view revealing the city. "it feels good to know that the world is under your foot". I inhaled deeply and exhaled relaxing my muscles. 

Kelvin elaborated on the files before me, explaining that a total of nineteen men and one woman are owing me ten million dollars. 

" The black folders with one red strike indicates that the debt is recent and, the ones with five red strikes indicate that it is overdue".

 The sixth folder with the picture of a blonde hair, well-built and big dreamy green eyes guy got my attention.

 "He looks promising, how come he owes me?".

 Kelvin being surprised at what I said because it is the first time I am interested in someone who is owing me. 

" He is the biggest debtor out of the twenty and with five red strikes".

 I stood and walked to my mini-bar, poured two glasses of vodka for myself and Kelvin. I passed him the glass and downed mine as if my life depended on the drink.

 "His name is Evans Rough, forty years, and he leaves at 521 St.Bran in Queens". 

Still sipping my drink, I walked back to sit on my chair.

"How and why does he owe me?". 

Kelvin knew that I had no interest in minor details. 

"He got a loan of five million dollars from you two years ago, and he has only paid two million". 

Knowing this made me angry. What did he do with such an amount of money? I know I spend but just because I can afford it.. " 

"Why is he still breathing" I barked at Kelvin. He almost choked on his drink 

"He has been in our custody for two days now and from the look of things, we need to end him because I don't think he is paying anytime soon".

 With rage, I flung my glass of vodka at the 1953 David Royce painting on my wall, and it shattered. I moved very close to him until I was barely an inch away from his face.

" I do not pay you to have the luxury of thinking. They owe, you collect. Find me something worthy of collecting or else, it will be your head on my taxidermy". 

Me being angry is never a good thing. I need a release. 

I dismissed him to avoid killing someone and ruining my perfect white marble floor with bloodstains. I headed to my office gym to punch some holes into someone who had messed with me. Normally, others used punching bags, but I used my enemies as punching bags.

Calling my secretary, I cancelled the rest of my appointments for the day and headed to my office gym.