CHAPTER 9: JAVIER

I have two laptops positioned on my desk before me. Both are powered on and are being in use. While I use one laptop to draft a coded filled email containing different routes to the team in charge of transporting my drugs, the second laptop displays the faces of two of my corporate standby team, arguing about what properties should be tagged for sale when my potential client for the day joins our zoom meeting in a few minutes.

“Oh please.” Zachary's voice comes on. I'm not looking at the screen, but I can probably imagine him rolling his eyes. “Tell him, boss. The properties down south don't even sell at this time of the year.”

“Zachary, I promise you that no one cares. Our client is a billionaire. If that's what he wants, then that's what he gets.” Laden says.

“Why don't we just present any of the recently bought ones. We could rebuild it and sell it. I think it'll fit someone of his status.”

Now it's my turn to comment. “That is entirely up to Mr Harris. If it's well within his bu