Mistaken identity

"What the hell"

Bradford is ready to jump out of the vehicle and run as fast as he could without turning back. If not for the fact that he recognized Miller's voice and the color of his eyes, he would have mistaken the man sitting beside him as Naim, the underboss of the Italian Mafia.

Miller chuckled with glee. He is happy to see the shock, fear, and confusion on Bradford's face.

"Do you think that they would allow me inside, now?" he asked, pointing his finger at his new face.

Bradford is stupified into speechlessness.

"What? But, how?" he asked, too stunned to form a coherent sentence.

Miller laughed with satisfaction.

"Well, our cosmetic industry is so well-developed that finding a plastic surgeon with good skills is just a fat cheque away. The heavier the cheque, the more willing the surgeons would be to oblige to our insane demands" he revealed.

Bradford never thought that he would find a man who would go to any insane extent for a woman. He never thought that man would be Mi