Big trouble in little india

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Thanks for sharing this nice story TS, look forward to your next updates.

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Owen could not believe what he was looking at and he blinked several times before looking back at me.

His mouth parted and all he could managed was a gasp of air escaping from his mouth.


Danzo spoke in Japanese to Nakamura, no doubt telling him that I’m crazy but Nakamura did not seem fazed at all. If anything, he appeared to be a little amused.

Nakamura : Mr Jeff ….. haha…. May I ask why… ?

There was no need to be embarrassed with my answer. I felt that being honest in this instance would work in our favour.

Jeff : I’m sorry Mr Nakamura…… Owen gave strict instructions not to bring guns…. He would have wanted to come unarmed but I am not comfortable…..

I paused for a moment to let it sink in. The nod of his head and smile on his face told me all I needed to know.

Jeff : Please the Singaporean in me……..the Kiasu (afraid to lose ) part is really in our blood and culture….


I was not sure of what other term I could use to describe the situation. I don’t remember learning in school what is the term to describe bringing a grenade to a meeting between people from the same industry.

Nakamura laughed as he spoke with Danzo in Japanese.

Nakamura : hahhahaa… it’s ok…. It’s ok… no problem…. You are a funny man….

Jeff : No..no… I’m just insecure…

Danzo felt compelled to cut in at this point and added ;

Danzo : Insecure…… or insane ? That would have killed us all….

Jeff : well…. I was really hoping it will never get used….. especially seeing the spread of food you have prepared….

Nakamura laughed and gestured us all over to the table.


Nakamura : come come… let’s eat…. Hahaha… hahah

Owen looked visibly embarrassed as he joined Nakamura at the table.
As he walked past me, he mumbled that he wants that grenade after the meeting.

Whatever man.

I have another 2 more. He can have it if he wants it.

Nakamura poured sake for everyone and he did not waste time getting to the point of the meeting.


Nakamura : Owen…. I’ll go straight to the point….

Owen : ok…. I’m listening….

Nakamura told Owen that men are missing in Japan.

Men that he is keeping an eye on.

They don’t work for him, nor are they related to him and his organisation, but dangerous man from a splinter faction led by a former colleague started to go missing.
They call themselves Ronin.

Nakamura : It means a Samurai without master…… but they are just thugs….they are no Samurai..….. mere thugs disrespectful of culture and are essentially, mercenaries for hire…….We keep tabs on them….. but for the past 4 months, they started disappearing , one after another….

Nakamura got a little worked up describing his fellow countrymen .


He did not attempt to hide his disgust for this group of men. They are criminals, some of them former rejects that did not make the cut to join his organisation. They are violent, and rank at the bottom tier of the order when it comes to honour and personal values, they have none.

Nakamura : these men….are despised…. Look down upon in our country…. even the Yakuza… hunt them…. They will do anything for money…. They care nothing about Japan or her people….. even far less about the law and honour…..they are a disgrace…. To our people and our country…

Owen : I see…..

Danzo stopped his boss from going on at the sight of him getting so worked up. He offered him tea which Nakamura accepted as he paused to catch his breath.


I said nothing, alternating my attention between the table and the main door.

I’m only a few steps away from my knife, sitting on the floor in that position meant my legs will get numb soon.

I made sure to keep adjusting to keep the blood flowing. Always think from your opponent’s perspective and plan ahead.

The last this I need was for my legs to go numb when my belly is full of food and the men starts coming in with their weapons drawn.


Nakamura :….. these missing men…….. they are not dead…..they are all well and alive…. The reason why I ask to meet you… is because they are in Singapore….

I froze, with my chopsticks touching a slice of what looked like a really fatty piece of tuna that would hurt my wallet if I were to order it in a restaurant.

Owen’s expression said nothing.


If he was aware of this, he did not let it show.

Nakamura : 7 of them has been spotted….. in Singapore…..i hope you can help us…..find them… we tried to keep tabs on them but someone is hiding them….

Owen looked as if he was deep in thought as he nodded his head.

Danzo : it’s near impossible for the men to leave Japan without help….. more so for them to remain hidden so well….

I looked up at Danzo and shot back.

Jeff : what are you suggesting ? …

Danzo : I did not suggest anything……I merely offered another piece of information….

Looking at the start of a potential squabble, Owen asked me to calm down.



Owen : I do have information…. About a couple of men entering the country via Malaysia some time back……. My people were following 2 of them but they disappeared….can’t locate them since….

Nakamura : Someone…. Is planning something…..with these men… they will not take such great risk…. Leaving Japan ….. and of all places… why Singapore….

Owen : I’ll get some of my people on this….and we’ll be sure to share any information with you…..and we hope you would do the same… and Nakamura San, please do not conduct any…… activities…… of your own in our country….

Danzo : What we do is none of your business….

Jeff : we don’t care what you do…. It’s where you do it …… not here…


Danzo looked like he was about to burst a vein but Nakamura held onto his man, his expression that of a experienced general who has seen it all. He maintained a level of calmness that would be difficult for most men.

Owen : We will keep an eye on this…… developing situation….and please rest assure that we will find these men…..and we will help bring them back to Japan…

Nakamura smiled and thanked Owen for his help before offering up some frightening statistics.

Nakamura : 32 are missing…..7 have been spotted ….. we don’t know how many more there are…. Danzo will send you the necessary information about these men tonight…. More might arrive…. They might not… we don’t know…

Owen : thank you… we will keep an eye on this situation…




Nakamura : yes please…. We do not want to risk damaging the relationship between our countries….. because of a few ….. rouge individuals

The discussion went on to a lighter note as we concluded dinner within the next 15 minutes.
As the 1st bottle of Sake is emptied, Owen told our host we need to make a move.

Owen : I’m sorry we could not stay longer….. there is somewhere else I need to be..

Nakamura : no problem…. Thank you for agreeing to come over….. I look forward to your next meeting….. hopefully it’s not about work….

Owen thanked our host for the dinner and I retrieved my knife together with the grenade.

We walked quietly to the carpark and did not say a word, knowing full well that the walls have ears.



I started the engine in the car and we made our way out of the association.

Owen : Singapore Island country club…

Jeff : ok….

As I pulled onto the main road, Owen pulled out a scanner from his pocket the size of a mobile phone. Developed locally by our own local arms dealer, it detects all outgoing signals within a 6m radius.

The screen filled up immediately with digits and values changing spots rapidly as we moved. Every car we passed by causes the figures to change.
Turning into the small road leading to the country club a short distance away from the Japanese association, the number of signals detected began to fall.

I kept on driving and the signal kept dropping until it was left with only 3.

2 from Owen’s mobile phone and 1 from mine.


He shut it off and asked me for the grenade.

Owen : give me the fucking grenade…… I was pretty sure they would bug the car….

I handed it to him and Owen pocketed it.

Jeff : why is that so ? ..

Owen : I would do it if I were them…

Jeff : I wouldn’t…. they wanted us to trust them ….doing something like this would defeat all purpose of the meeting…

Owen gave me a raised eye brown, looking impressed.

Owen : not bad eh….



Jeff : so… what’s the play here….

Owen : Nothing…. We don’t do anything for now…

Jeff ; you serious ?

Owen :Yeah…. Not until we have more information what is going on…. We don’t want to be sent on a wild goose race by others…… and I’m not doing other people’s dirty work….

Jeff : oh…. So there’s nothing to be done…

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Owen : yeap… I’ll assign someone to keep an eye on things… I need you for another project in a couple of weeks…..

Jeff : Billy briefly mentioned something about it.



Owen : The audit team is pouring through the documents we have on hand to authorise the project….. I expect the approval to come in the next few days…. The project is a bit different this time…. as in we do not know who the target it yet…


Jeff : what ? what kind of project comes without a target…..

Owen checked some messages on his phone and asked me to drop him off at Ang Mo Kio.

As we pulled back into the main road, Owen told me that details will be made known to me once the audit team is done.

Owen : I’ll be upfront… you’re not going to like this…..new project…

Jeff : when have I ever like the projects you gave me….


Owen : hey…. You almost fucking hug me that time when you had to pretend you are some big fuck staying for 2 weeks in a suite at Fullerton Hotel…..

Jeff : oh….. once then….



Owen : let not’s forget you got to fuck Pillbox at your most recent project…

Jeff : what the fuck man….. Billy told you that ?

Owen : No…. Yiling did… her mission report…. She put it in…..

Jeff ; what the fuck….. she did … why would she do that ??

Owen : I’ll let you know the exact words….. hahahah


Owen cleared his throat and pretended to speak in a whiny voice, imitating that of a woman trying to give a formal report.

Owen : “subject left me no choice but to get intimate physically in order not to arouse his suspicion “ ahhahahaha…. “ He made repeated attempts to initiate sex through subtle hints “

Jeff : fuck off…. You’re an asshole you know that ?

Owen : Yeah….. sometimes I think I am one too…… guess what…… it takes an asshole to do what I do for a living….

Owen directed me to a housing estate in the edge of Ang Mo Kio housing estate and I pulled into the carpark.

I saw 2 cars waiting for him and I stopped a distance away.


Owen told me to get ready for my next project before he left. I watched him hopped onto the waiting vehicles and they exited the carpark.

I waited stretched a little in the car seat and adjusted the knife behind my back to make the drive back home more bearable.





20th June 2013
Thursday

4am


I spent the next few days repeating the routine of a typical office worker.
A consultant so to speak.

I went to work at 8, clock in normal hours and leave work at 6pm.

Billy would be there on most days, either playing games on his computer or surfing the web with his screen orientated away from me with his headphones on.


I wanted to tell him to always check the reflective surfaces around him but I did not want to burst his cover. He looked all serious, with a finger to his mouth as if he were deep in thought going through work stuff.

The reflection on the window 2 panels down though clearly showed a woman on her knees surrounded by men while they were in a hotspring spa.

I went to the café everyday, I don’t take all my meals there but I made it a point to head there for coffee 3 times a day.


Once when I get in, once after lunch and one during tea break at about 4pm.

Within a week, I no longer need to place any orders. Lala had committed my routine to his memory and before I could get within 3 meters of the café, he has a cup of piping hot coffee waiting for me.

Xuehua will always be there during lunch, thereafter she will head off presumably for her class. Other than a polite greeting and a smile, we did not really interact and it’s for good reason.

You see, for someone as hot and pretty as Xuehua, she has no lack of suitors and admirers, many of them from the office building itself.

Within that short week or so of my new routine, I counted no less than 9 guys attempting to strike a conversation with her, and this is just during the time when I’m there. Eddy will be there watching and scrutinising each of the man talking to Xuehua with his large knife in hand.


If his bushy eyebrow is not intimating enough, the jingle of the steel bracelet around his wrist when he brings the cleaver down onto the wooden chopping board is enough to send a message across.

He would blatantly ask the men to fuck off if they are done ordering and not hold up the queue. Xuehua on the other hand, would just smile and decline each of their advances.

I even see flowers being sent to the stall, only to end up in the bin before the stall closes at the end of the day.

I tried to get a glimpse of the profile of the men that Xuehua rejects and see if I stood a chance. It’s my job to read people.

From well dressed, respectable gentlemen, to the bad boy wanna be, even a rich chap who proudly slap his car keys on the table, announcing to the whole café he drives a Lamborghini , they were all rejected.

Some of the men are pretty good looking too, Korean like hunks, boyish boyband looks, Andy lau matured man style uncles, all shape and sizes, all failed.

Xuehua is simple not interested in getting to know them beyond what they want for their lunch. Come to think of it, I must be one of the few that managed to go beyond a lunch order with her, at the expenses of having my nipples abused that is.


The more I secretly look at Xuehua, the more I felt I was infatuated with her. Not purely in a lustful way, but more of curiosity.

I want to know more about her. With time on my hands and skills that I should not be using for shit like this, I decided to challenge myself since I’m bored.

I got to the office at 4am that morning and waited a little impatiently for Leng, the security guard to activate the barrier of the carpark. He waved to me and I gave him a friendly smile.

I want to quickly get settled into position to wait for Xuehua. She says she runs every morning. I want to catch her on her run without her knowing. I want to know where she stays.

I was dressed for the job as well, in black running gear. Leng took his time, gesturing to the barrier arm of the gantry. It breaks down so often, I wonder why it’s not being replaced.

The barrier arm is held up with a mish mash of contraptions, from ropes, to wire ties. Seems to me there must be a lot of lousy drivers working in that building. The reflective stickers on the arm are peeling off at several locations and the arm drops further than intended at the free side.


I tapped my fingers on the wheel as Leng tinkered with the barrier before it came up.

I gave him a thumbs up as he nodded as if he just woke up from his sleep, sipping on a bag of coffee while keeping 1 finger on the control that raises the barrier.


I parked my car and sprung into action, pulling my cap low to hide part of my face.

Heading out into the street, I checked to make sure the coast is clear before scaling up the back of a shophouse unit and onto the flat room where the aircon compressors are standing.

It’s dark, the hum of the compressors droned on lazily. I checked the time on my watch and waited.


I remembered bumping into Xuehua around 5am previously. From where I’m positioned, I can get a good vantage view of the entrance of the office building.

The lights of the café came on and I could see Lala stretching his massive arms before stepping into the stall.


5am

Xuehua appeared right on time. 5am man. The amount of discipline she must have to keep this up. Most girls would still be deep in lala land. Dressed in a neon pink singlet and black running tights, Xuehua entered the café and took a bottle of water from Lala.


I held my breath and sank deeper into the shadows as Xuehua stepped out into the cool breeze. I felt a stir in my privates as I look at her body. Her hairless armpits presented itself to me once again, a sudden pain in my groin confirms that my erection is pushing hard against my pants.

She checked to make sure the streets are free of cars before starting off on a brisk walk right below me.

She brisk walked for about 10 minutes up and down the 100m alley several times before breaking into a run. She turned left after reaching the end and I clamoured down the roof after her.

I cut into an alley of my left as well, mirroring a parallel path and I broke into a run.

Every junction I would pause and check to see if Xuehua is passing by.

I missed her at the 1st 2 junction and I was pretty sure I had lost her until I got to the 3rd junction and I saw her jog past about 50m away.



I continued mirroring her path until she finally turned left and started running towards me. I backtracked and let her pass before catching up on a parallel road.

I lost her and caught up with her another couple more times. I reckon she must have gone around the entire Little India district 5 times, picking up the pace each time she goes past the starting point where the office is.

Finally she slowed to a jog before walking towards a block of flats at Rowell road.

I kept a distance from her as I pretended to be your average jogger minding his own business. Xuehua stopped at a lift lobby and finished up her bottle of water. She called for the lift and entered.

I jogged briskly over and checked out the control panel.

It stopped at level 12.


I took the next lift and went up to level 11.

I paused and kept my ears open before stepping out.



It’s coming to 6am in the morning. Some households are getting tot start their day but generally it’s still pretty quiet.

I saw a wall of mist falling in front of me and the distinctive sound from the spray of a squeeze bottle.

Someone is watering their plants 1 floor above me.

I took a cautious peek out, looking at the corridor above me, there are no signs of Xuehua. There is a slim chance that the person doing the watering is her.

I held my breathe and walked as quietly as I can to the staircase and scaled it 2 steps at a time, stopping at the mid landing. My heart immediately skipped a beat as I saw the backview of Xuehua.

My cock pushed against my running shorts as I watch her bend over, her posture in the perfect doggy position as she tended to a pot of herbs she grown.


The door to her place is opened. Now I know her address.

She straightened her back and I quickly backed away down the steps. There was a bit of shuffling sound as she walked about before the snap of the metal gate.

This is sick but I enjoyed it. The perverse idea of stalking turns me on in so many ways.
I did a quick visual check and was disappointed that there are not laundry poles outside the house. Not a surprise, this neighbourhood is hardly safe to leave your things lying about.

I looked at the floor and steps I was standing on. It was littered with cigarette butts and there are drinks cans lying around.

Perhaps I’m not the only one stalking Xuehua.



I was about to head off when I heard the lift beeping to announce the arrival of the car on the 11th floor.

I froze for a second before quickly backing up the steps to level 12, praying that Xuehua don’t appear in the corridor out of the blue.

I never expected to see the figure of a man appearing at the steps shortly after. My heartbeat increased and I quickly backed up another flight of steps and observed what this man is up to.

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He looked to be in his late twenties and he had shoulder length hair much like what Chen Han wei ( local celebrity ) looked like in the 1990s.

From where he is directing his eyes, I have no doubt he too came here for Xuehua.



I quickly checked the floor above me, this will be awkward if I bump into fellow stalkers.

I heard the soft slap of his slippers and I quickly scurried up another flight.
From the sound, I am pretty sure he is now outside Xuehua’s unit. Perhaps he is someone she knows after all, but why would he choose to take the lift to 1 floor below ?

Barely a few seconds later, I heard the sound of his slippers at the flight of steps below me again.

I heard the scratch of a lighter and I could smell the cigarette smoke. So he’s the one smoking outside Xuehua’s place it seems.

He must be up to something.



I went up a couple more flights of stairs and prepared to make my entry.

My intention is to head down the steps really fast, making enough sound to show that I’m not sneaking around, merely a resident trying to get fit using the steps.

I started skipping down the steps 3 at a time, my shoes tapping loudly on the concrete steps.

There was no time for the man to react.


By the time I saw him, it was too late for him to try and hide that pair of running shoes Xuehua was wearing.
He tried to put it behind his back but 1 of it dropped with a piece of accompanying sock.

I pretended not to notice and continued my way down. He must have had quite a shock as he dropped his cigarette shortly after. That fuck. He picked a good timing.

Early in the morning, residents hardly up and about, Xuehua would be likely in the shower after her run. He could have his fun with her shoes and socks before replacing them before she even realised they were gone.

It’s a old pair of running shoes with sweaty socks, she would have never guessed it would be a hot commodity among horny men.

I continued my way down to level 1 before slowly jogging back to office through the carpark.

Well, it’s a good workout.

Now I know not only Xuehua’s address, I also know there are more than 1 pervert lusting after her if I included myself to the list.

I took a shower before getting changed into my work clothes.




At 8am, I saw Xuehua appear at the café. Her hair cascaded beautifully down her back as she gave me a warm smile.

Her simple t-shirt and shorts combination really brings out the perfect tertiary student look. Her slightly discoloured flip flops only drew more attention to her flawless and smooth feet.

She had a light grey cardigan on as she briefly spoke to Lala with a A3 art folio in her hands.
I could picture her sitting somewhere, her pencil tracing the outline of her subject.

There is just something so romantic about that scene I cannot describe.

She saw me staring at her and I quickly looked away.

Xuehua made her way over and I could smell her fragrance the minute she came close.

Xuehua : hey…. Morning…

Jeff : Hi…. Morning….


She sat down in front of me and gestured to Lala for a drink. I find it hard to look at her in her face as I started stirring my coffee.

She seemed to be able to read my mind and asked me the questions I wished she hadn’t

Xuehua : do you ermm…. Not like looking at the people you talk to ? hahaha…

Jeff : me ? … no… no… I ermm.. of course not… haha…

I gave her an awkward smile as I could not help looking over to Eddy who happen to be sharpening his knife on a stone.

Xuehua : ok…. You keep averting your eyes from me…


Jeff : is it ? … no… I ermm… hahah…. I didn’t realise that…. Hahah…

Lala brought Xuehua her drinks and I tried to make some conversation. Gesturing to her A3 sketch book, I asked her what does she draw.

Jeff : You…. Ermm… like to draw ? …. What do you draw ?


Xuehua : everything…. Everything that looks nice to me.. haha.. want to see ? haha

Jeff : sure…

The moment Xuehua flipped over the 1st page of her folio, I was blown away by how beautiful the sketch is. It’s a sketch of the neighbourhood, of the typical alleyway in little India.

Jeff : wow….

I stared at the sketch without moving and Xuehua asked me what I thought about it.


There is so much depth and detail to the drawing. Besides capturing the buildings, Xuehua also drew the people and what they are doing. It’s so life like and 3 dimensional that I could almost feel myself getting sucked into the picture.

Jeff : wow… this… this is amazing …

Xuehua : hahah really ? … you’re just patronising me…hahah

Jeff : no… no… of course not… this …. This is so nice… I’ll never be able to draw like that….

Xuehua looked like she was above to close the folio but she stopped when she realised I was still looking at it intently. I was really impressed by that sketch. This is something you cannot fake.

It’s fucking beautiful.


I’m sure Xuehua could tell I’m not just saying it because it’s polite to say so.

Jeff : this is amazing man…. Wow….

All girls like to be complimented, some like it to be base on their looks and appearance and at that moment, I realised for Xuehua, she very much preferred attention to be given to what she can do rather than her appearances.

I could not resist asking her if I could see more.


Jeff : Can i…. can I flip ?

Xuehua handed the folio to me with a smile and asked me to go ahead.

Xuehua : sure… hahah…

Page after page I flipped and I was really fucking impressed by the 10th page. It felt like I was teleporting from location to location.


From the bustle of Chinatown, to the tranquility of a nature reserve. It was all there.

Every stroke of her pencil, every dash of shadow.


Xuehua : you really think it’s nice ? hahaha

Jeff : of course !! ..

I looked at her with my eye wide open and asked if the drawings are for sale.

Xuehua : hahah… are you serious ahhaa ? no one has asked me that before…

Jeff : of course I am serious !...

Xuehua squinted her eyes at me for a moment before asking me how much do I think her drawings are worth.

Jeff : they’re priceless….. but I can afford to pay 1000 for this….

I pointed to a sketch of the Singapore skyline she did.

Xuehua : wah… hahaha….. you must be doing pretty well as a consultant to offer such price hahaha…

Jeff : I’m serious !... I would pay more if…

Xuehua took over the folio and said she is just joking. The drawings are not for sale.

Xuehua : just kidding… these are not for sale hahah… it’s my own collection….


Jeff : oh… I see… haha…

I was about to extend the conversation when I saw Billy entering the lobby. He gave me a look before directly his eyes upwards, indicating that I need to head up to the office.

Shortly after, I saw Owen enter the building with a bottle of Whisky in his hands. He did not look at me but I am sure he saw me talking to Xuehua.

Xuehua : hey… Jeff…


Jeff : yes …. Yes ??

Xuehua : you seemed distracted….

She turned around to see what I was looking at.

Jeff : nothing… nothing… a colleague gestured to me…. Probably work matters…

Xuehua : oh… you need to go ?


I was reluctant to leave the table but Owen coming here could only mean work.

Jeff : ermmm..well… yeah…i…… erm…. i…..errmmm… i…

Xuehua looked at me with a smile on her face, waiting for me to spit out what I want to say.

She probably has an idea of what I want.

A date.

A coffee.

A movie.

These are what guys ask for right.


I could see her keeping her folio, getting ready for a polite rejection as she looked down at her coffee but I’m not your average guy.

I want more than a coffee date and a movie.

Xuehua : yes ? … what is it ? … hahaha….


Jeff : can you draw me ?


Xuehua’s eyes lit up for a moment and I could see she was shocked. She probably expected me to say oh hi, maybe we should do coffee again, or I want to buy her dinner and look at her folio but no.

She did not expect this.

Xuehua : wow… hahahha….i did not expect this.. hahaha… you’re serious ? haha

I nodded.

Xuehua : wow… this is one of the best pick up line anyone has ever used on me… hahaha…

Jeff : what makes you think I’m trying to pick you up ?


Xuehua smiled and gave me a look from the corner of her eye.

Xuehua : because I read minds…. Hahha.



It was a tensed 30 seconds as she looked at me while I said nothing. I could see she was considering what I asked.

Xuehua : I’ll draw you on one condition….

Jeff : what ?

Xuehua : tell me what were you thinking of when you asked me to draw you….. be honest !! hahaha ..

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I told her the 1st thing that came to my mind was the scene in titanic when Jack was drawing Rose.


Xuehua laughed so hard that Eddy looked over. I turned and I could see Eddy now sharpening his knife with the block in his hand more vigorously.

Xuehua : but you can’t draw hahah….



Jeff : but you can…

Xuehua laughed and shook her head, clearly amused with my request.

Jeff : I’m… I’m not suggesting we do something like that you know… I ermm…



Xuehua chuckled and said ok.

Xuehua : ok…. I’ll draw you… hahaha… but it will be something….. casual…candid…when you are not expecting it….. that’s the only way you can capture the essence of that moment…. Haha..

Jeff : ok…sure… haha…

Her eyes lingered a second longer on me before she gets up with her folio.

Xuehua : see you Jeff… hahaha…

I finished my drink and went up to office with a smile on my face.



Billy : Happy… happy…. Eh….

Owen : don’t shit where you eat Jeff….. I’ve said all I can say about things like this…

Jeff : don’t worry…. All is good…



Owen opened the bottle of whisky, a 12 year old this time. The standard for a straightforward project and poured each of us a glass.

Billy : Something interesting ?

Billy pointed to the folder Owen’s arm is resting on.

Owen : yes….

Jeff : come…. Let’s hear it…..


Owen opened the folder and pushed across the documents. The expressions on both Billy and my face changed, growing solemn immediately as we tried to make sense of what is in front of us.


I looked back up at Owen and he nodded his head in confirmation.

Owen : Yes……

The words came out softly from Billy’s mouth as if he too could not believe what he was seeing.

Number 17 in terms of project ranking.



Billy : One of ours….



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