Miss Lin vs Al

Linda pressed the button to move her wheelchair forward. She inspected the girl in front of her. She was standing tall, was lean and had long blonde hair. Fear reflected in those blue eyes of hers.

"Cut her hair," she ordered and turned her wheelchair around. "She'll do."

Long hair meant time wasted on washing it, combing it and getting it out of your face. Linda could not spare the time, she could not spare her money. Her slaves were given minimal necessities and minimal time to themselves.

Money was all she cared about. What drove her was a blind motivation to show her father that she could make money, without being the goods.

Linda was born Leela, a cripple from birth. She had needed prosthetics but got sold to prostitutes. She had risen high in the past twenty years and now was running a powerful money laundering service. Her clients varied from the businessmen, both legal and illegal, to politicians and celebrities.

She had been thirteen when, due to poverty and unwillingness to treat a crippled daughter, her parents had sold her to an agent. It was her father who had sold her, but she blamed her mother equally for not stopping him. Linda could not find any fault with her little brothers, apart from belonging to the other gender.

She didn't feel a hint of remorse when she had them all killed, only satisfaction with the knowledge that she was powerful enough to kill on other continents.

The only people she trusted with her money, were the ones who had no use for it. For her slave girls, a hundred-dollar bill was nothing but paper. She only owned fragile girls who were no threat to anyone. They lived in a little coop like rooms, with no beds or pillows and common bathrooms. They all wore the same twenty-seven inches long shoulder tie dress that looked like a potato sack. And they all counted her money.

Miss Lin inspected the girl again, once she had her hair cut in military style. The dress managed to cover only half her thighs. "Put her among the one dollar girls," she ordered. First timers had to start with the lowest until she knew they could be trusted.

Brian was waiting for her in the office. She looked at him with raised brows as she rolled into the room. "There was a raid at the warehouse," he answered. "Shirley has been arrested."

"Something is happening," she said. "Last week there were problems at the wolves' auction, now their warehouse. They have a mole. We need to cut all ties with them."

She called a number on her cell. "Destroy all points of contacts with the wolves. We will conduct no further business with them. And get me a new number. This one's compromised."

"Does anyone in Shirley's warehouse have our details?" she asked Brian.

"I am very careful while going there. Other than your number and name, Shirley knows nothing about you."

"Good," Linda said. Before he could act, she swiftly shot him with the gun she kept in her purse. "There was one point of contact." She pressed a button on her chair and said, "Send someone for clean-up and get me a coffee."



It had been three weeks since she had cut all ties with the wolves, and they were not happy about it.

"Matt, for the last time, listen to me," she said on the phone. "You have a breach. Patch it up. I'm not gonna go down with you."

"You are too hysterical," a light voice from the other side said. "We don't have a breach. The cops have gotten a new-" She hung up.

She turned her chair and saw Sofia standing in her office. "What?" she asked.

"The Naked Flesh needs some new girls."

The Naked Flesh was one of her branches fronted as a strip club.

"Send some of the one dollar girls. Last in first out. It's time they started earning dollars instead of counting them."

Another week passed and Linda got another bad news. She was furious. "How can this happen?" she asked the group of her top men.

"It wasn't the cops. They killed everyone," Maestro said. "It was the wolves. Matt, in particular."

"But how the hell did he know," Linda hissed, slamming the table, "when and where to hit?"

Nobody had an answer.

"What's the status?" she asked Sofia.

"It will take some time to get the place running again. We lost cash amounting to $9,764,379/-."

"Why did we have so much cash there?"

"We had just received the cash from the Baretis."

"I want additional security at the remaining two places," Linda said. "Nobody will have any direct contact with the headquarter now."

"What about Matt?" Maestro asked.

"Looks like I'll have to talk to his father."



"Thank you for meeting with me, Mr. Lupe" Linda said. "Lovely place you have here."

They were in a restaurant which she knew he owned.

"First you cut all ties with us and now you want to meet?" the fat man growled. As the mob boss, Linda knew his time was precious.

"I cut all ties with you because I believe you have a mole. That does not give your son any right to kill my people or destroy my business," Linda said firmly.

"What rights do you have?" he questioned.

"You already have lots of enemies. Wouldn't want to add another one," she said flatly. "With the problems you had at the auction and one warehouse gone, I'm sure you have your hands full."

"As you said, I'm down one warehouse. I will be happy to compensate for it by one of yours," he threatened.

She scoffed at him. "I'm a businesswoman. You wouldn't understand my business. As for the warehouse situation, I suggest you take care of the mole."

"I think I can manage to take money from people and returning only 80% of it."

"And how would you return it?" she questioned. She smiled when he didn't reply. "There is a thing called accounting. Maybe you've heard of it." She rolled out her chair with the push of a button. "It was nice meeting you. Tell Matt to back off."

The car ride back was not peaceful for Linda. She didn't know if her business was safe from the wolves. The phone call she got mid-way was not good either.

"Complaining to my father." Matt chuckled. "We are not little children in the playground. Call me when you find the bomb." This time he hung up on her.

Before she could process the news about the bomb, her phone rang again. There was a bomb explosion at one of her places. Only The Naked Flesh remained standing now.

She clenched her fists in anger. Matt would pay for it, no, the Wolves would pay for it. It was time to act.

"Meet me at the Headquarters," she typed into the phone.

"Take me to the Headquarters," she ordered her driver.

"That would be against my orders," the driver said.

"What?" She didn't get time to panic. He turned and shot her in the head.