The Hit

That night at a certain location.

"Mr Grant let me get this straight. You interrupted my dinner with my lovely family to tell me about this personal gabbage?" The man looked calm as he said this. "Let me ask you this, how much are the total shares of this your company?"

Mr Grant shivered hearing the boss' words. He had indeed gathered enough courage to drive to his mansion with the hope that he would intervene in the matter between his son and that scoundrel. He stared at the dark shaded aura of a man sitting on the dark shaded area of the room. Tongue-tied, he lost his vocal abilities.

"I asked you a question?" Came the stern voice of the man, he opened a small box and took out a cigar.

"The company is worth ten billion sir." He managed to speak.

"Ten billion?" The man said again shaking his head in disbelief. "Let me ask you this Mr Grant. "How much do you think the drug business is worth in the Johannesburg district alone?"

Silence.