-00- Mila was checking a pile of financial reports when someone knocked on her office door quietly. "Come in." Mila's eyes did not move from the pile of documents. She was poring over every financial data, comparing the numbers from the first month to this month, then calculating any discrepancies. Everything seemed fine at first. But the more Mila reads and compares them, she knows that something odd is going on. The financial statements are manipulated. At least the company lost about five million dollars in a month which is not stated for what the money is for in this report. “Ms. Milla." “Mr. Peterson?" Mila raised her head, surprised that Mr. Peterson who came into her room. “Sit down. Why did you come to my room?" Mr. Peterson glanced at the documents scattered on Mila’s desk. The look in his eyes conveyed a deep regret. And as he sat himself up in the chair, he let out a heavy sigh. "You must have found irregularities in those financial reports." "Yes. And that's a ve
Surprisingly Mila got a package, a medium sized box wrapped in silver wrapping paper and a red ribbon. At first glance the package looks like a very sweet Christmas present. Mila got it this afternoon after she saw the production process at her factory. As she was returning from the factory, her secretary informed her that she had received a package and had placed it on the table. Mila doesn't know who sent the package because there was no sender's name on the box. When she tried to ask Stella, her secretary, she also had no idea who the pack came from. The package was sent by a courier because Stella saw the man wearing the uniform of an expeditionary service that was quite famous in her city. Mila weighed the box in her hands. She hasn't opened it yet. She decided to open it with Ezra in the apartment. Somehow she became paranoid since she got terror last night. Maybe it was a package from the terrorizer. But she didn't want to speculate too much now as that would only stress her o
"Where did you learn to cook?" "Didn't I say before that I'm learning to survive?" "But you are very rich. You have a maid who can serve you twenty-four hours non-stop.” Mila sat on a stool and propped her chin on the bar counter while watching Ezra who was cooking. When Ezra turned his back on her to wash the vegetables, Mila wanted so badly to rest her head on his stunning back. That seems like a lot of fun. Unfortunately Ezra turned around in a hurry because the pan started hissing. Ezra did better than she did. Even his knife wielding skill is superb. Mila wonders why Ezra can be whatever he is needed at the moment. Ezra can become a company leader, Ezra can become an assassin, and now Ezra can become a chef. Mila was very jealous of all the skills Ezra had. And when she expressed her jealousy, Ezra gave her an annoying answer. "I don't like relying on maids." Ezra sautéed garlic and then performed an attraction that amazed Mila. Flames licked the pan as Ezra poured oil over
This time the message was very specific. Ezra lifted the paper, then closed the box quickly because he couldn't stand the stench. He then looked for clear plastic in the kitchen to wrap the terror paper. They may need it later to discover the identity of the terrorizer. "You okay?" Ezra appeared in the bathroom doorway three minutes later. Mila crouched weakly in front of the toilet. She still looks nauseous and is about to vomit her stomach juices again. But she deliberately stuffed her mouth with her palm so she would not vomit again. “I've thrown it away. When you're done, I'll walk you to your room." "Who sent a dead cat like that?" asked Mila hoarsely. Ezra crouched beside her and shook his head. He was quite concerned to see Mila's condition which was very pathetic. Even Mila was pregnant, but that person terrorized her very viciously. “I will find him and finish him off. Don’t worry. You're safe with me." Milla's eyes glistened. She didn't miss the opportunity to lean on
A police chief who met him and greeted him when this afternoon he set foot into the central police station in Chicago. Hunter is not surprised that a few bills can make things run smoother. Yesterday after he got the cigarette butt from Viktor, he immediately called the Chicago police and made it known that he wanted his parents' death case investigated more thoroughly, and he was happy to pay whatever the investigation fee would cost him personally. A telephone answerer who was a low ranking policeman promised him he would tell his chief about it. Then this morning Hunter got a call from the Chicago police that the chief wanted to meet with him to talk about the findings Hunter mentioned on the phone yesterday. "Please, have a sit." “Thank you, Mr. Hedenburgh. Am I bothering you?" "No. Of course not. Every day the police get various kinds of cases and problems. At any time, we actually always have work to finish. And your coming here is related to the shooting that happened to you
The sound of a horn startled Mila who was looking down to check some emails on her cell phone. When she looked up, she saw Jonas’s white Honda coming towards her. Mila could already see Jonas behind the steering wheel, waving at her. “Mila. You've been waiting long?" “Not really. I just went out and checked my emails.” "Come in." Mila got into the car and put her bag at her feet. She buckled up, but again she struggled because her belly was too big and protruding forward. "Let me help." Their hands touch each other. Mila was a little surprised and let go of the seat belt when Jonas took over. "Sorry. I'm not used to my new body condition. Yeah, you know that right? This is troublesome. I can't move freely." "I know. Don’t worry." Mila pressed her head against the back of the chair as Jonas stared at her intensely. She knew this was wrong. She meant that she had no right to go out with Jonas and be this close. And Jonas just smiled really sweetly at her and winked one eye misc
Ezra pressed the apartment bell three times and waited. He couldn't hear anything from inside the apartment and there was only silence. Ezra pressed the bell once again, but there was no response from the apartment owner. Ezra started to think the apartment was empty. So he was thinking of coming back later or tomorrow after he went to see the owner of apartment 502 before someone suddenly appeared behind him. "What were you doing in front of my apartment?" “You Mrs. Aubrey?" The woman was old, maybe around sixty. There were two bags of groceries that she clutched tightly to her chest. Ezra stepped back and tried to be respectful in the presence of this old woman. "Sorry to bother you, ma'am. I was just wondering if you called in a plumber yesterday to fix your drains?” "That's right. Robert Willey. It was Anette who recommended the man to me when I complained to her that my drains were a bit problematic. The pipes are dirty and need to be cleaned, so the water flow is blocked.”
It wasn't difficult to cripple a stranger. Ezra quickly nudged his ribs with his sharp elbows, then dropped the switchblade which had scraped the skin of his neck while parrying the stranger's attack to his face. The foreign man groaned in pain. He tried to reach his penknife which was thrown five yards from where he stood. But Ezra kicked his hand, then stamped his palm so hard that the man whimpered in pain and took off his hat."Damn you! Get your damn feet out of my hands.”“You still can't beat me, Meyer. You think pretending to be a badass in an elevator can trick me, huh?"'"Don't you want me to keep an eye on your lover's apartment?""Your disguise actually makes others misunderstand."“Arrghhh you are going to break my precious hand.”Meyer pounded Ezra's leg with his free hand, trying hard to brush Ezra's sole away from his almost flattened palm."And you suck so badly. You lost your precision and accuracy in attacking your opponent because you played around with your bitch