Kiran strode into the police station with an air of authority that couldn't be ignored. The officers, intimidated, kept their distance, barely daring to breathe, lest they incur his wrath.
"Mr. Angelo, it's the fault of my subordinates. They've caused trouble for you," the Chief himself stepped forward, offering Kiran a seat and a steaming cup of tea.
"You had one job, and you botched it," Kiran remarked, settling into the chair. His voice held a playful edge, but the coldness in his eyes was enough to chill anyone to the bone.
"Yes, yes, my men were careless. I'll make sure they face the music," the Chief stammered.
"No need," Kiran said smoothly. "I've already dealt with him."
The Chief's head snapped up. "Dealt with... as in, killed?"
Everyone in the station knew the Chief's nephew was on the force. The room's temperature seemed to plummet.
"Disobedient people can't stick around. Useless ones, either. Wouldn't you agree?" Kiran's words carried a clear threat.
"I want all of Colby's overseas assets. If you can't manage it in ten days, you might as well clear your desk," Kiran stated, watching the Chief sweat bullets.
As Kiran drew closer, the Chief looked at him like he was staring down the Grim Reaper.
"Mr. Angelo... those are Colby's properties. Ten days is really quite short..."
"Too long, you say? Fine, make it five."
"Mr. Angelo!" Panic was etched on the Chief's face. Five days to secure Colby's overseas empire? It was absurd.
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