
This morning as usual Alvaro went to the office. A 28-year-old young man, handsome, cold, authoritative. He is the leader of a gangster under his name, The Dark, and is feared by his friends and opponents.
To cover his dirty business, the man opened PT Alvaro Derek, which engaged in heavy equipment sales. He sits as CEO and Owner.
A graduate of Harvard University, his lifestyle is no different from that of other men who are abroad. Free, unlimited. Alvaro was very famous among his friends. Understandably, his parents have big business, can produce coffers of money that are not exhausted seven derivatives.
Returning from abroad he learned business from his father. After feeling capable, his parents gave up one big company that is now in his gelutinya.
As time goes by Alvaro moves more in the underworld, the black market where he transacts. There are friends, there are opponents, the difference is thin. Although he was in a relationship with many gangsters or mafia leaders from around the world, Alvaro was wary. Behind the success he got Alvaro many enemies. The people he killed.
To make it more safe, Alvaro bought a bulletproof car. Huron APC with a price of 9.18 billion. Cool out. He also hid a Revolver 22 firearm with 8 bullets in his car. Naturally, his life was full of danger, his enemies were too numerous and on average very sadistic.
To smooth out his dark business he also embraces an apparatus that can be invited to play. Such was the life of Alvaro who struggled with treasure, blood and women. He became the king of the black world.
Alvaro Derek's office, twenty-fifth floor. Very grand and luxurious. Alvaro gets off the car greeted by Tony's employee.
"Good morning sir." said Tony respectfully, holding Alvaro's briefcase and following Alvaro into the office. The employees lined up to welcome Alvaro who was walking gallantly and a little haughty.
Arriving at his study Alvaro sat in his great chair. Tony put his master's briefcase down and walked out.
"Master there's a ten o'clock meeting with Mr. Manggala." Marchel walked in without knocking on the door.
"Tap the door when you enter, you think this is the office of your ancestors." joked Alvaro glanced at his friend who has now become his confidant.
"Hahaha.it looks like Mr. Alvaro will be silenced after reading the hot news today" Marchel said laughing.
"What news is it?" Alvaro was still indifferent, his eyes fixed on the laptop in front of him.
"It's the newspaper." Marchel said showing hot news today.
"I don't have time to read the paper, you read it if it's important" Alvaro said.
With his position still standing, Marchel began reading line after line of news that offended the hardline opposition group, led by Mr. Manggala and the gangster group led by Alvaro.
Alvaro shifts his laptop, his chest pounding when his initials are called AAM. As the leader of the gangsters, it was unyielding for him to let go of the girl. Despite the fact, that the girl was right and she was the one behind the sale of long-barreled firearms to the rebels.
"Sir, he's going to tell the police who's the mafia kingpin who's being held by an official."
"How dare the man, quickly send two guards to catch throw him in the jungle to be a crocodile meal."
"But this Master is a girl." Marchel said. He did not want the journalist to be a crocodile. Marchel often watches on TV or on Instagram, the lunge girl who will now be his opponent.
"Women are the same, whoever makes us threatened must be eliminated."
"This is the girl I follow IG a lot. We'd better catch it to be clear. We're interrogating, to anyone he's been bribed. If anyone knew this matter other than him, we would also destroy them."
"Who is that girl, look at her instagram!!" alvaro with a red face.
Marchel quickly opened Instagram and showed the figure of the girl in question. Alvaro's eyes were round when he saw the photo of a beautiful, charming girl. She seemed to be smiling sweetly looking at Alvaro.
No matter how many women he has slept with, but there is no woman who is attractive to him. Photos and real are not the same, can this girl be prettier or uglier. A woman looks more attractive because of body language.
"Ready Mr."
Marchel came out of her boss' room into her room. He called two of his guards. Gabril and Jordy.
"What's the boss?" tanya Gabril almost in unison. The two of them came in a hurry and prepared.
"Catch this girl, don't get hurt. This afternoon we'll hire 200-man protesters to lure this girl out. You infiltrated between them. As the protesters descend narrating, you appear and pretend to be a student to approach the girl. You must be deft, the other five guards will be standing guard nearby. You have to play beautiful, let no one know." Marchel told his bodyguards.
"Ready boss."
The calmness of Alvaro this morning was disturbed by the astonishing news. So far no one has dared to touch him or nudge his name. Whoever tried to harass him, his life was within his grasp.
Marchel went back into Alvaro's room, saying that the journalist was close to one of the country's fifth-richest men.
"Have you ordered Gabril and Jordy? Don't let them go. Tell them to wear face protection, the police will definitely spray tear gas."
"Already sir, I'm going to install a sensor device in their car."
"I can't wait to try out that sassy girl."
"But sir, the girl is close to Jhoni Diaz, the fifth rich man in the country. I concluded they were dating."
"No way, I know Diaz's family. They were very picky, there was no Diaz extended family married to low-level women, all married in a matchmaking manner."
"We don't know for sure sir, according to the spy I spread, all the information refers to Mr. Diaz as a girlfriend and college friend while abroad."
"Who's tracking the girl's identity? I can't believe the eyes you spread."
"Objective, our beliefs. They often provide us with accurate information. Rarely does anyone miss."
"I guarantee this misses. Jhoni Diaz already has a boyfriend of my own" Alvaro assured Marchel and himself.
He hates any enemies behind Diaz's name. His relationship with the Diaz family is quite good and has never dropped each other.
Because of that bastard girl, Alvaro download instagram, ask to be his followers. Marchel was surprised to hear Alvaro's story was downloading Instagram and became an Alexa follower.
"Be careful sir, don't get to blow up, it could be dangerous. We don't know who this girl really is."
"I wear a fake identity." concluded Alvaro noticed one by one the photos are in his IG.
"Better remove the IG sir, the enemy is all around us. Soon we'll kidnap the journalist girl and erase her tracks. Please you seek a solution to deceive the police and his family."
"A vulnerable journalist or activist will be lost or killed during a riot. Don't worry, everything will go according to the scenario."
"Hopefully what we expect, can go smoothly" Marchel said hesitantly. The preparation of bodyguards is less than optimal due to the time rush.
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