A Conspiracy

A few hours ago.

A woman brings guests into her boss's office. A room with a futuristic impression. The masculine nuance strikes the interior, the use of bold lines and dark colors is accompanied by a slick LED play. Located on the 15th floor of a tall building. Next to the entrance, it says Lexandro Wijaya, president director.

"Come in, Mr. Mayor. Mr. Lex is waiting for you." The woman invited the mayor to sit down, then nodded at the man standing by the window, watching the rain.

"Very well," he replied.

The stiff-faced man with a thin, neatly trimmed mustache walked casually. Accompanied by an aide, he sits on a luxurious sofa in front of his colleague's desk. Before sitting down he observed a man standing by the window, and another standing not far from him.

The first man was Lexandro Wijaya, the first born of Alexandro Wijaya, the owner of Wijaya Corp. He is the older brother of Leonardo Wijaya with different mothers. His stature and face are not much different from Leonardo's, it's just that his face looks older and cunning. The difference in age between them is 10 years apart — Lexandro 40 and Leonardo 30 years. A dangerous man, he has been competing with Leonardo for the highest position at Wijaya Corp. all this time.

Meanwhile, the second man was Lexandro's bodyguard. A man with bald hair, a stocky body, and a one-sided blindfold. Her skin was so dark. Not saying much, he just kept staring at the mayor and his aide sharply. As if to warn them what he could do if things were different.

"Hello, Mr. Lex." The man who was none other than the Mayor sat at the sofa.

"How's it going?" Lexandro walked over to the single sofa, joined the conversation.

The door was knocked, they were silent for a moment. A female secretary came in and served Lexandro a cup of green tea, and an early gray tea for their today's guest.

"Thanks, Clara."

"You're welcome, sir." Clara nodded at Lexandro before leaving the room. The mayor glanced at her, studied her buttocks as she walked out of the room.

"You love it?" Lexandro understood the old man's attitude.

"Who is a man who doesn't like beautiful women?" The mayor giggled, Lexandro smiled and nodded.

"You can bring her up tonight."

"You understand me, Mr. Lex."

Ring ...!

The Mayor's cell phone rang, the aide handed over the flat object to his master. A private number appears. The old face grinned, then listened to it.

"Target eliminated," said the killer on the other side.

Click.

The dead cell phone call was accompanied by a roar of thunder booming in the sky.

"Yes, the insect is dead. Nothing is bothering us anymore." The mayor rested his back on the back of the sofa, relieved.

"Good, so I don't have to step in. Good job, Mayor. I'll send the remaining funds to you account for our agreement, don't forget, hurry up and passed the development permit my artificial island reclamation project in the bay." Lexandro sipped the aroma of green tea from his cup.

"Of course, Mr. Lex, of course."

"Good, don't be here too long or the media will get suspicious." Lexandro got up and left the Mayor.

The mayor rubbed his forehead, cold sweat welling up. The man was completely terrified, afraid that Lexandro would kill him if he failed to get rid of the Deputy Mayor. Only the Deputy Mayor knows of the conspiracy run by the Mayor and Wijaya Corp. The flow of funds for corruption received by the Mayor and also the reclamation of artificial islands are not fair. The Deputy Mayor wants to dismantle everything once the evidence is strong. Too bad, before the evidence was exposed, he was already dead with a bullet penetrating deep into his head.

--MI VOLAS VIN--