Chapter 51 - The Job

Chelsea felt mixed feelings of confusion, shock and uncertainty. What Dylan said, or what he meant by what he said, seemed vague to her. She stood for some seconds, staring at him with doubt, not blinking or even breathing, to see if he would correct himself.

"Sorry?" she asked, her expression becoming contorted as she sought either an affirmation or clarification. Of course, it was enough to ask.

He simply smiled and gently placed the glass case on a table nearly. He gestured for her to sit down on a nearby sofa and she immediately obliged. He turned to face her and leaned on the table casually.

"The job is quite simple" he began. "As my consigliere, consider this a chance to meet with some of the most powerful men in Miami and all of Florida" he added, smiling with a hint of sly.

She kept mute, looking at him with expectancy for more clarification.

"There is a man who will be expecting this package. His name is Prince Hakeem, an Arabian man of royal descent. He was here on a vi