Chapitre 42: Fraudster (2)
Finally getting irritated, he walked up to the door and opened it in anger, only to be terrified seeing two masked men standing at his door. Mr. Jabari was no expert, but having watched way too many criminal TV shows he had a general idea of who these people were.
Without waiting for invitation they stomped inside the house, pushing him aside.
" Hey, you.. what do you think -- "
Mr. Jabari stopped speaking as soon as he saw a gun being pointed at him. Sweating, he didn't dare to speak another word. He didn't have a clue what they wanted, but it wasn't going to be anything good. Suddenly, the Chinese girl on the TV began singing in a high pitched voice, " My love.. where have you gone -- "
Smash!
The bulkier of the two masked men had picked up a vase and thrown it at the television. The screen shattered making a crunching sound as the girl disappeared. The other man pointing the gun at him laughed hoarsely, cursing " Bitch! "
Mr. Jabari's first thought was to run away, but even with his figure he wouldn't be able to cover much distance before they shot him. Or, he could try tackling them. The most absurd thought.
As these options were going in his mind, the heavy masked man threw him a brown envelope.
" Here. "
" What's this? " Mr. Jabari asked, trying to keep his voice calm while his heart raced. The answer he got in return was the loading of the gun.
Without wasting any further time, he tore open the envelope hurriedly. A photo and few sheets fell from it. The photo was of Sofya Khemka.
" What's this? " Mr. Jabari asked again, his tone high pitched.
The two men sneered as if he had told some funny joke. Then the bulkier of the two replied, " Are you blind or do you have low IQ? That's your employer. "
Mr. Jabari gulped. Of course, this could mean nothing good for Sofya. Mustering his courage, he tried to act indifferent in front of them.
" So? I know she's my employer. What am I supposed to do? "
The other man moved towards him intimidatingly. Placing his thin hand around his chubby neck, he leant in to whisper. Smelling full of tobacco, wine and powder drugs, Mr. Jabari felt like he was going to be sick.
" You moron, don't act smart. The thing you need to do is written in these papers. Read those carefully and act. Although I can't figure why our boss has chosen a dim witted person like you, but.. "
He trailed off, nevertheless, giving him insight into what he thought about him. Mr. Jabari thought the same. Why a dim witted person like him was chosen to do their dirty work? Before he could ponder more, the man was speaking again.
" Oh, and just a tiny reminder. Should you fail at your task, your mother might just die! "
Mr. Jabari felt a shudder pass through him. The mention of his mother brought certain emotions to the surface.
" You're lying... " He replied feebly.
The man chuckled. Just how stupid this man was. As they both went towards the door, he answered, " You're welcome to test it. "
With that they were gone. However, what he saw on the paper blew his mind.
" Mr. Jabari? I am talking to you. " Sofya's voice brought him to present again. Shaking his head, he was at a loss for what to speak.
Sofya had helped him tremendously. Not to mention, from providing him job when no other company would to helping his mother in her treatment, she had done it all. At that time, he had promised himself that he would strive to work hard for the company, contributing in whatever way he can. But now...
He didn't think he would be caught so quickly. Thinking hard, his best option was to play along, like a dumbo.
" Miss Khemka, I am sorry but I don't have any idea. "
Sofya chuckled, a low voice.
" Think harder, Mr. Jabari. I am sure you will get some ideas. "
There was a silence in the room. No one was speaking except the two of them. As the banter continued, their heads swivelled from one end of the table to the other.
Mr. Jabari took in a deep breath. Feeling sorry for her, he never expected to do this. But for the sake of his mother, he had to.
Getting up from his seat, he quietly started walking over to where she sat. As he walked nearer, his eyes never once left her face. She was constantly smiling, never once looking away. Beside her, Sawyer tensed, his hands moving towards his pocket but Sofya waved him away.
Finally he reached where she was sitting.
" I am really sorry! " Where the last words that he spoke as he took out a gun and pointed at her temple.
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