#3: "Mission"

My soul jolted me awake from my nightmare as I panted so heavily that I couldn't breathe. As I tried to calm myself down, I grabbed an Aminophylline as I tried to calm myself down. As I reach for it, the bottled water spills as I guzzled it.

I detest insomnia since it precludes me from falling asleep. But I also dislike sleeping since it causes me to be haunted by my nightmares.

Screw everything. I'm such an unfortunate person.

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Minutes passed as I tried to get a snap and get over it when I heard a rooster cockcrow.

It's probably about time.

[ Knock knock ]

"Please come in."

"Good morning, Sir Alexis; everything you needed for your appointment has already been prepared," the servant says as he bows to him.

"Huu, clean it up," Alexis said, taking a deep inhale.

As a mess of used condoms strewn about his room.

He fell asleep due to his exhaustion from fucking six different people at the same time.

"Shit. Bring these people to a different room, I don't want them laying on the floor and even on the sofa, I don't want them demanding more and making a favor, make them begone within my sight. I'll just go get washed up." Sweat ran down his upper torso, leaving him with a sticky feeling about what had happened that day. He's a complete mess but still manages to look good.

He wants everyone else to clean up after him.

Alexis is a man who can't be refused and cannot be perused. No one can deny his charm and take advantage of it every time. To his body.

As a result, he would be both privileged and unfortunate. His treasure is his instinct, which he used to survive the unfortunate life that was given to him. He'll soon end up tarnishing his life by digging his own grave with his own hands.

He shares the same characteristics as his father, as previously stated. Both of them are douchebags.

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"Has everything been finalized? "Alexis said as he walked out, wearing a suit and his shoes clacking.

"Sir, yes. " The worker responded, and they nodded in sync.

"Well done," the worker opened the car door and they began driving to their destination.

"Today's appointment is with Clark Henderson, they complain about the number of drugs being delivered, and receiving it later than the due date given and even missing some piece, others have been torn out," said the man on his left as he interprets the reason for the complaint and summons.

"It's got to be a rat or a scapegoat," Alexis said.

"Pardon?" the man replied.

"I offer an apology, Sir," he said wearily, but Alexis didn't seem to mind. He narrowly avoided death.

The car then filled with silences as they ceased to perform the task for which they were not appointed and were not permitted to inquire. The last thing they knew, they'd arrived.

-

A reload of guns welcomed them and pointed towards Alexis and his lackeys.

"Your service is not refined; rather, it is worse than crap, like you." Henderson stood up and shut the journal he was reading with a solemn expression.

"The damage was not intentional; we would never do such a thing to our client," Alexis said with a poker face.

" We are aware."

"Then, why have you summoned me here?" Alexis lit a cigarette.

"Compensate for the damage. We lost about a sum of 5 million dollars that we've paid you, and we received it ended up in vain." Henderson walks towards him and whispers.

"I heard you're good in bed. Mind sucking my dick as a payoff?" The words escaped his mouth, leaving Alexis with a tinge of disgust.

Alexis' eye darkened and took the gun from his waist pocket and pointed it at his head.

"Geez. Calm down, you're all fired up. Don't be too tense," Henderson exclaimed, laughing hysterically.

I brushed aside the perverted attitude of this cunning old man who smelled like drainage. I might as well kill him right here.