I kissed Emilia on her forehead. “Let me know if she wakes up.”
“Yes, Boss.” The doctor replied, and I hurriedly walked out to take a shower. I dressed in my black tux. Sprayed on my expensive cologne and made my way to the garage with Dimitri walking beside me.
“What car would you like us to take?”
I scanned through the collection and caught sight of the Vintage Porsche that used to be one of my dad's.
“Get the keys to the Porsche. It should keep us undercover.”
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We arrived at a Chinese restaurant. Jon McDonald was eating a bowl of noodle soup when I entered. Dimitri stayed in the car, and I stood at the other end until we faced each other.
“Wow. You smell nice.” He said. I knew I smelled nice, but I wasn't in the mood to receive any compliments.
“Let's get to the point. I don't intend on wasting my time here.”
“Of course.”
Jon finished the last bite of his noodles, and I sat watching how his face changed from casual to stern.
“I heard what happened between your men and the Italian Mafia. How they refused to ship your products to you because of a certain feud that led to the death of your loyal man.”
“What about that?”
“What if I tell you that I can recover all your product and take it up with mine so you’ll have enough to fetch you 2 million dollars in sales each month.”
“And what's the guarantee that this product is fresh and authentic?”
Jon sighed.
“The Italian Mafia is good. Killing your men and withholding your product was a strategy they orchestrated because they knew the value in it. Your product happened to land in the wrong location. My product is fresh from the secret labs in Amazon. Every brick of cocaine is enough to make you ask for more. You should know this already.”
“So what's your offer, Jon?”
“My offer to you, Viktor Lobanov, is the chance to recover your product from the Italians and return what's rightfully yours. I know you have lots of work to handle at the moment. I'm free. Plus, I need the money.”
“And how much are we talking here?”
“Name your price.”
“20 million.”
“Come on, Viktor. 20 million is half the price of my product. You can do better than that. Let's do 60 million, and it'll even the score. Remember, I'm going with my men to avenge the wrong they've done to both you and your men. You know I've never let you down. So you can trust me.”
I knew I could trust him, but at the expense of 60 million dollars, it had to come with a good price. I gave it some thought. Looked outside the restaurant and saw Dimitri seated in the driver's seat across the road.
“Okay, fine. I'll wire you 30 million first thing in the morning. When you're done with the Italians, and you show me pictures of the recovered products, I'll wire you the remaining 30 million. Do we have a deal?”
Jon bit his bottom lip. “Deal.” He stretched his hand for a handshake, and I received it. “Would you like a bowl of noodle soup?”
“No.”
“What about Tofu?”
“I'm not hungry,” I said, and he ordered another bowl of noodle soup. Something about this made me think that he'd been eating a lot of noodle soup before I came. But that didn't matter.
“So, about the work you said you have on your hands. Is it something dirty or…?”
