Ibrahim meets Ari
The next day came. Ardit was preparing for his meeting with Ibrahim so he didn't had time to train Ari in her new role as his servant. That is why he entrusted her to the head slave, Jeta. At the age 30, Jeta has been Ardit's personal slave for 12 years. She knows her way around the mansion.
Ari gets dressed in a plain white dress, the uniform for the female slaves in here. The male slaves wear pure white shirt and pants.
"Good morning," says Jeta, "I'm sure you slept well."
"What do you mean?" asks Ari, "how can anyone sleep well when they are owned."
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that."
"What do you mean, not worry? I am at the mercy of a cruel man who owns me by law."
"Yes, but Ardit is no ordinary master. Many CEO's are most cruel and beat you very much. Ardit is different. He is kind and compassionate. He may own you but he will not treat you harshly. He shouldn't, he paid a trillion for you. He wouldn't want to hurt someone worth that much."
"What does it matter how much he paid for me. I have to do what he says."
"That is just the fate that us slaves must live with."
Jeta was saying these things with some joy and a smile. Ari could not tell what her words really meant, "But he can do whatever he wants with me. It doesn't matter if he is kind or not, he owns me. He can do whatever he wants."
"Yes, of course. We are his to do what he wishes. If he asks of us, we must obey."
"But what if he wants my body?"
"Then you must give him his body. It is the law that we must give them whatever they desire."
"No. I will never do such a thing!" Ari now gets on her knees and cries.
Jeta gets down to her level and tries to comfort her, "You are worrying too much. Ardit is different. If you just do as he says, he promises he won't hurt you. Besides, you are worth a trillion. He will be very careful with you. I'm sure that he won't take advantage of you so easily. You must trust him."
In the driveway, driving a black luxury car, Ibrahim arrives at the residence of Ardit. Taking his briefcase and bag full of samples, he goes up to the door and is welcomed by one of the slaves, a butler.
"Welcome, Sir Ibrahim," says the butler, "do come this way." The butler takes him to a room with large windows, looking out to a splendid garden. There were so many flowers on the garden and they smelled so sweet. It was like a natural perfume was sprayed all around.
Ardit came in a few moments later, "Ah, hello Ibrahim. Welcome to my home."
They both shake hands and they take a seat.
"I guess we should get started." said Ibrahim.
"Oh calm down," says Ardit, "there's plenty of time to talk about it."
"I thought this was urgent."
"Why? Because it's for the government? You don't understand the relationship we have. See, the military needs us more than we need them. We provide them with everything they need. They can wait a few more days. Come now, sit. I've already prepared coffee. Have you ever heard of Joham?"
"No."
"Well, you'll be pleasantly surprised."
Ardit was a smooth talker, and Ibrahim knew this. He wasn't comfortable with this conversation at all. "Ardit, I did not come here to chat. I came here for business. Let us proceed, please."
"What is the rush?"
"The fact that I don't like working with slavers."
Ardit just chuckles, "Ah yes. You are one of those people who believe equally for everyone. That is most unfortunate, 'Master' CEO."
"The 'Master' in my title has nothing to do with me being a slave owner."
"You're going to have to face reality at one time. We own this world. All the money in the world, its in our pockets. That's what gives us the right to tell who lives and who dies."
Ibrahim was sickened that he thought this was normal but he couldn't say anything. At this time, Ari and Jeta enter with the men's coffee.
"Ah, Ibrahim, have you heard the news? I have just acquired a new slave. I'm sure that doesn't make you happy, but you should meet her at least. My Ari."
Ibrahim didn't say anything, nor could he. Even before Ardit started talking, he was already mesmerized by the lovely Ari.