Forty Eight

FREYA

" Ma'am, someone made a delivery to you," my personal assistance tells me as I walk into my office. I signal for her to wait a moment as I was on call.

She nods, a big brown envelope in her hand. Once I was done with the call, I turn my attention to her, a smile on my face.

" Yes, dear, what we're you saying?" I ask her.

She drops the envelope on my table. " This was delivered this morning to you anonymously. The delivery man said its the information you paid for," she explains.

My eyes widens. " Really?"

She nods in reply and I reach for the brown envelope immediately. Finally. I was beginning to think that they couldn't get any information for me. The mafia are known for being very secretive, after all. They had all this businesses in place to cover their illegal acts.

" Thank you, Sarah," I said in a dismissing tone. She got the message and left my voice. I tore the envelope open, and brought out the stuffs inside it. I scan one document after another, my eyes narrowing