Lucian pulled a small sachet of powder from his pocket and handed it to Ayub.
"Take it," he said, pressing it into Ayub’s palm.
Ayub simply shook his head, fear evident on his face. His voice trembled as he said, "Sir, I... I can't do what you're asking. I can’t kill Mr. Samuel. I just can’t."
Lucian gave a crooked smile and replied, "Ayub, this isn’t poison. It’s just something to slip into his food. Once you're sure he’s eaten it, call me. I’ll handle the rest. See you with your silly thoughts.... how could I kill my own father?"
Ayub stood frozen, clutching his mop handle, speechless.
Lucian patted his shoulder with a chuckle. “I know what your problem is.” Then he pulled out more cash from his pocket and stuffed it into Ayub’s hand. “Help me with this and I’ll make sure you’re rewarded generously. This janitor job will be a thing of the past.”
Ayub let out a shaky breath. “But... the kitchen isn’t even my area. And....”