Emir Drake's Plan

Emir Drake sank his cigarette on an ashtray and stirred it down to put the fire off.

The remains of burning ashes were blowing smokes aired between him and his men.

He rested his two elbows on each side arm seat while his clenched hands held up his chin. His eyes were staring like a flying eagle’s stare at a man who was in the middle of thirties, dark hair and sturdy body.

“You saw that the girl was waiting for Angelo??” He looked at a man with muscular arms and black tight shirt, one of his men that he ordered to monitor and stalk for Elena Rouge.

The man gave a nod and rested his strong arms on his thighs while he leaned his upper body forward. He straightly took a seat on a long sofa in Emir’s sight.

“Her name is Elena Rouge, Mr. Emir,” Craig added after he checked his laptop. “I have all the details data that she has from The Royal Business Academy administration.” He looked at Emir Drake who was sitting with his crossed legs in his sight.

“She has good achievement in busin