A little neglect

It's been couple days since my little outing with Alyssa and I haven't had proper sleep since then, I only go home for a change of clothing, a couple hours of sleep and a meal if I'm lucky.

I'd turned my phone off that day and trouble had struck, I didn't find out until I turned on my phone that morning. An affiliate of ours had laundered the profit from our shared project and gone into hiding. Although this isn't enough to harm my company, its still enough to shake it. But what I'm most disappointed with is the fact that I'd forgotten how a little bit of neglect can cause bigger issues, I'd become way to lax.

I've been working on finding the money he laundered this past few days, while s usually easy for I and my team to find them, this particular case is tough because he split the money into multiple random amounts and sent them through different channels. Which means we have to find all the channels and their final destinations, before looking for him. On the bright side though it saved us the time we'd have used to find out why he did what he did. To be able to pull off such a complicated scheme you'd need a lot of connections and well 'tz corporations' just started out and barely has any, in conclusion theres a big shot backing him. As soon as we nail another channel a call comes in from the manager of our warehouse located at the outskirts of the city,

"Miss Zailah, just now… on our shore we found Mr Langston's body"

"Clear the area I'll be there soon" i say before hanging up.

"Kris manage things here while I'm gone, I'll be back in a few hours"

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When I arrive at the warehouse, Mr. Vinele is standing the road sidelokking anxious, he must have been extremely shocked to see Mr. Langston dead after all no one outside my close aides know about his betrayal. We walk down the road to the shore, a few steps away from Mr Langston's body I'm it with the waft of a horrendous smell Mr Langston's body was white as a sheet and swollen all over his body dripping with pus. I pull out my handkerchief and cover my nose then head towards his body.

There are no bullet or rope marks on his body, no physical injuries except on his left hand where his nails have been removed. 'Is this some kind of declaration of war?' I think a smirk spreading across my face.

"Mr. Vinele you can head home first, well handle the rest"

"Yes ma'am"

"Also Mr. Vinele, did anything happen here today?"

"Of course not ma'am"

"Good" I respond, a smile pasted on my face.

Once Mr. Vinele is out of sight I instruct one of men to contact the hospital.

"We need an autopsy immediately"

"And make sure neither the police nor press find out about this. If they do use every means in your power to convince them it's suicide"

"Yes ma'am"

I erected a small hospital near by for situations like this, and since its the only hospital in the area getting approved wasn't an issue. I also made sure to leave no traces back to myself or organisation. No one knows I own it, even my aides just believe I made some type of deal with the higher ups of the hospital.

"You guys handle things here I'll head back to the office first. call me when they're done with the autopsy report"

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I arrive back at the office and Kris feels me in on their progress. They'd been able to pinpoint exactly where one of the cash was. I contact my people there retrieve it and start working on finding the others. By the time we crack the fourth channel I notice pattern, all the channels go through random countries and states but they all end up in the capital state of each country they end up in. The person who orchestrated this definitely worked extensively hard to build their connections which means dealing with them will be extremely hard.

My phone rings and the minute I pick the voice of the guard i'd put in charge of langstons body comes through,

"The autopsy report is out ma'am"

"I'll be right there"

"Kris you know what to do, I'll be back."

"Why don't you head home when you're done there? You haven't had a wink of sleep in 3 days now"

"Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine. This much is nothing"

"Still…"

"I'm really fine"

"Hah, you're Impossible. Whatever, you can just die then" he say annoyance and worry clearly visible on his face.

"I'll head out then" I say with an amused tone.

I arrive at the hospital and rehmil leads me to the attending pathologists office for the autopsy report.

"Good evening, you must be ms. Zailah"

"Good evening"

"Have a seat." She says gesturing at the seat across from her, I seat down and she begins.

"First of all apart from his missing finger nails, he has 3 broken ribs but he has no physical scars meaning he might have had other injuries but they were treated before he was killed."

"He wasn't beaten to death?"

"No the main cause of his death was a cyanide consumption, and if my prediction is correct, he scratched whoever forced it on him so they removed his nailes to get rid of his DNA."

I nod slowly and ask "is that all?"

"No, based on the state of the body it's safe to assume that he was dead for at least 2 days and immersed in water for at least 24 hours"

"lastly we found a torn up piece of paper inside his body" she says handing me a ziplock bag with what seems to be the said piece of paper in it.

"Thank you" I say.

"Here's his families contact information" I continue handing her a file.

"Don't tell them what actually happened"

"If no one comes for his body, cremate it"

"Okay"

"Ahh, make sure no one else hears of this. To everyone that isn't me he committed suicide"

"Understood"

I bow lightly and leave, heading straight for my office.