Chapter 9 The package

"You better pray you'll still be alive by then."

"What do you mean?" Mr. James had a sinking feeling, his instincts telling him that the girl before him wasn't as fragile as she appeared. He realized he needed help before his life was taken from him. "Help!" he exclaimed, but before his voice could be heard, Emine swiftly covered his mouth with duct tape.

She bound him to a chair. "Excellent. Now, let's get back to business. Do you still desire my... satisfaction?" She stood up and approached him.

Mr. James vigorously shook his head, indicating he no longer wanted it. Who was this girl, and how had he offended her? He wished he could ask her.

Emine sensed his curiosity and decided to quench it. "You want to know why I'm here for you and whom you've offended. Alright, let me satisfy your curiosity. You have offended many people, but due to your powerful background in both politics and business, you fear no one and commit crimes even in broad daylight. Unfortunately, your recklessnes