"No one." He say as the noisy place went quite
"No one should high the tax levy, anyone who is ready to object. Should first bring his head to be chop off by me. " He added making the influential men in the room scared
"Theodore." He called and the man opposite him barely answer, seeming to know what his offence was.
"Withdraw from the contact with the Europeans, you don't want to be a traitor do you. " He say calmly and the Theodore nod.
" Yes or No, was what I expected." He snarl
"Ye... Yes sir. " Theodore says.
"Can we meet later." He say dismissing everyone, as the stood bowing walking out of his office all,moody.
"Roman stop, you and I haven't settled." He called and the man, Roman stop on his track as he glance at him.
The meeting was about taking the tax levy of the drug dealers in London higher.
But he refused
He put them to be governors, chairman, and whatever he says is what they do. But now, they want to stylishly high the tax levy so no drugs can come into the country and then it's their chance to get him rid.
He has started ruling the government with his work, by making the influential agree with his work and once they did he make them one of the government holder.
He finally turned london, to where drugs are entitled welcomed by low levies making people from different countries come to him to get their drugs sold in London.
"What's that." He asked the Mr Roman who was staring angrily at him
"It's nothing." He say.
"Really. You have the freedom of speech now, before I begin with you." He tell
" Am only concerned about why you rejected our ideas. You do know that we need much more to feed on. " Roman said
" And do you think the money I paid you all from my interest is a peanuts. " He asked a bit sarcastic
"Not that. We all think that since we are getting popular for accepting drugs, countries are now smuggling their drugs into our country. So when we high the tax levy,--"
" You realize am the one who deals indirectly with these drugs. " He cuts in. and Roman hide his smirks
" So, when drugs are many in London, the credit is mine. And the credit becomes what I use to feed you all. You should be grateful I made you a successful politician. " He said
" Yeah. " Roman found it necessary to say.
"So, do what you are asked to do, or else your gonna get slain, with your blood relatives. " He added as he stand up.
" I also heard about how you make a deal with my client without me knowing. " He say and Mr Roman raised his face, widening his eye.
" Surprised I got to know?" He asked, seeing the fear in his face already.
" It's not what you think. Sir, Sir Cade." He called as Pearce smirk giving him one of a kind slap making him fall to the floor.
"Out if everyone I have deal with. Either they withdraw or I get them withdrawn. But, none of them has ever think of betraying or wanting to stab me. " He say as being Mr Roman back to his feet.
" I'm not killing you Roman. It's just quite long, I punch someone else's dumbness. " He cussed as he tighten his hand on Roman's collar punching him.
Even if he try to struggle, he was nowhere match to Pearce, whom deal harshly with someone who is about betraying him.
"Fuck!" He cussed giving him the tenth punch on Roman's broken nose.
He released him and Roman, fall to the floor, his eye widened.
"Sir." His P. A say as he give him a tissue to clean his hand.
Pearce collected it as he clean the stain of blood in his hand.
He throw the paper to Roman's lying body on the floor.
"Take him to a nearby clinic, tell them he was beaten by his boss." He tell his personal assistant who nod at his instruction as he walk to drag Roman's hand out of Pearce's office.
"Shits." Pearce cussed as he walk to his chair.
He heard the door open as he turn seeing that his personal assistant was dragging the fainted Roman out if his office as his mother walk in.
"Pearce." She called
"Cade." Pearce corrected. "I'm Pearce when I ask you to act in my place. But right in my headquarter districts. Do call me by my office name, Cade. " He corrected harshly.
His mother was always the one in charge of his property and his fame while he beared Pearce.
But in his head office, his mother was a nobody, not even a single soul knows she is his biological mother.
He call himself Cade, Incase anyone see his mother in his office and hear of his real name, they will know he is her son.
But while he beared Pearce, no one ever seen him. The citizens only know the biggest richest Mrs Wallow has a son Pearce, and no one knows how he looks like.
Even his wife, know nothing about his other life, bearing Cade.
"Cade." Mrs Wallow calls.
"How may I help you. Mrs wallow, am busy at the moment." He say, not ready to spare her any of his time.
"Why are you going rough on your. On the--"
"They work for me. So, I see no reason for you to decide to poke nose. " He fired rolling his balls.
" Cade--"
" What's goin on?" He ask. "What I sent you." He reminded.
Mrs Wallow breath out a sigh, she can't really convince or tell her son, or boss what to do anymore.
"Job all done. There is nothing to worry about
" She informed.
" Good. Next, I want you to travel out of the country. " He says
*What!" Mrs Wallow exclaimed.
"Over excited? or shocked?" He say with a fake smile.
"Pear--, Cade. You can't let me just---"
"It's your dream country remember. France, and I guess that why you killed someone for it. " He added with a small but fake smile.
Mrs Wallow, suddenly become uncomfortable as breathing became hard for her.
"Do not tell anyone you are going out of the country
Nor would you mention it to your fans. Travel to France for some month. I will call you when I need you back. " Pearce say as he fix his gaze back on the paper in his hand.
"I will. I will think about it." Mrs Wallow stutter
" There is nothing to. The jet is ready. You will be flying tonight. " He pronounced