1╭ Prologue: A Million In 48 Hours
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𝙀𝙕𝙍𝘼𝙀𝙇 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙁𝙄𝙀𝙇𝘿
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I collapsed onto the floor and I huffed, holding my stomach. One of the Quiet, Masked, Mafia Members circled around me with a bat as he stepped on my head.
He pulled out his phone and started texting some one. He speaks. Soon the phone rings.
He looked down at me and took his foot off my head, Squatting down and gripping my hair, pulling my head up; He places the phone close to me.
"Hello, Ezrael." The person on the other side of the phone Spoke, "You have 48 hours to give us A Million, Or you will be beat to death." The person on the other side sternly Spoke.
I coughed up blood as another masked person hit me with a bat in my stomach, "Crap. . W- Why Me?, Dammit!" I scowled, Eyes welling up.
The other line was quiet until he spoke again, "Remember what I said, A Million or you're dead meat." He reminded before hanging up the phone.
Soon, The Mafia member held up the bat and my eyes widened, "W- Wait-"
𝙎𝙒𝘼𝘾𝙆
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I woke up in my Company's hospital room. I sat up and held my head, Grunting in pain. "Are you okay, Chairman?" A Nurse asked as she picked up a icepack and held it up to my forehead.
"I guess. . . How'd I get here..?" I asked her, Slightly concerned.
"We just saw you badly beat up Infront of the Company's Stairway Entrance." She told and I almost pale.
They know where I am.
I groan in annoyance as I stood up off the bed and rubbed my forehead. "Is there something bothering you?" She asked, frowning, "What happened?"
"Nothing, It's my business. . ." I tell her as I stand up, Walking to the doorway that leaded to the hallway. "Are you sure, Sir?" She asked one more time, I just hissed in annoyance.
"I'm fine, I just need to get back to my office." I tell her before leaving out and closing the door.
I walked down the hallway to the elevators and I pressed the 10th floor which was the highest floor in the company where the Founder, CEO, and Chairman/Chairwoman stay.
I push open my office door and went behind my desk, sitting down. The CEO and Founder isn't here for another 8 months, so it's me and the Chairwoman here who's in charge for now.
I turned on my Desktop and noticed a lot of Messages, But one stood out.
A Red, Glitchy, File. When I try to move it to a 'Read Later' File, it refused to move.
I huff in annoyance as I clicked the file.
My eyes widened as I read it.
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Dear Ezrael..
Just In cause you got a little concussion, You owe us A Million in 48 hours. If you try to report this to the Police, You and Your family will be murdered. We know where you Live and We know your every move & location.
Now I don't want your cute little face to be Damaged, How about you be a good boy and give us the money.
See you in 2 Days.
— Viper Clan
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I frowned and slammed my fist on my desk, How the hell will I come up with 1 Million. . . Stealing from the Company without the CEO's permission will be me going to Jail..
"Ugh.." I scowled as I grip the bridge of my nose. 2 days is just ridiculous also, A Week would've even been helpful enough for me to come up with at least 500,000.
I run my fingers through my white hair and I sigh in annoyance, standing up and walking to a mirror.
My hair was slightly dirty and a bandage was around my forehead. Everything else was surprisingly alright.
I walked to the large windows and looked out, "One Million.." I frown and cross my arms. The door then opens and I turn to see the Chairwoman, Vanessa.
"You okay, Crestfield?" She asked, Tilting her head as she walks beside me, looking outside.
"No.. I have so much in mind." I say, Placing my hand on my face.
She tilted her head slightly and placed a hand on her hip, "That's why we have Personal Therapists, Ezre." She smiled at me as he bumped my shoulder.
I just chuckled and put my hands in my pockets, She wouldn't get it anyways.
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