The procedure was way too simple for ending someone’s life. The announcer reads out the name of the person as he or she is dragged in. By that time, the person has either been drugged or tortured to the point where he or she can no longer resist. Nothing dramatic like a shot to the head would take place; instead, the executioner would use a cleaner and easier method of injecting a lethal substance into the veins of the person. It was a method that the cleaners truly approved of compared to other methods involving bloodshed.
Over the years, with the use of money and influence from the Alnault family, keeping the disappearance of people under wraps felt effortless. As the session was approaching its end, my phone started vibrating where it was placed close to my hand on the table. The name of my loyal maid appeared on the screen. If she was calling me, it had to be something urgent.
“What is it?” I asked when the line connected.