Sold To Mr President

Ruby Whitney Helen swayed her way struggling to the dining room after maintaining her stability between walking and fumbling with her steps. She had a porcelain bowl in her hands filled with baked potatoes and salmon sauce. The appetizing aroma from the bowl was amazing, and as she walked towards the table, she struggled to maintain her balance.

Setting the table was an easy touch for her, as she wanted to remain the good girl to keep her life safe for a long while. Deep in her, she knew Ethan Smith was going to kill her when he is probably done chasing cats with her, it is evident, so she better makes it last while she still has the ability to do so.

Walking towards the bar, she went to announce to him that food was served.

When Ruby stepped on the tiled floor, her crystal slippers crashed the floor making Ethan tilt his head in a swift movement as he was very alert.

As a thief and gang leader, Ethan always makes use of his ears to detect sounds, to make sure he is always safe, and when his eyes locked with Ruby’s own, it spat daggers at her showing that he is already pissed off.

Ethan had his phone in his ears, and since it was on the other hand, she had not noticed it.

“Food is served, Ethan,” she said.

Her statement pissed him off since he was busy talking to Mr. Oscar William, his boss.

Holding the receiver so that his voice would not be overheard, he said in suppressed fury,

“Get your filthy self out of here, can’t you see I am on the phone?” he let out furiously.

He asked restraining his voice making sure that Mr. Oscar doesn’t hear his voice.

Ruby noticing for the first time that he is on the call, jumped in fright wondering if everything was going to be alright with her.

Hurrying off, she left the place allowing him to make his call.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Mr. Oscar had a plan for Ethan, it was to annihilate wealthy Billionaire Xavier Barley of Bessadi.

To Oscar, Xavier is a stepping block to power especially as he is about to be inaugurated as the Governor of Littoral. If he becomes one and succeeds to mount power, life will be made difficult and deals shattered for him to cooperate with other Mafia bosses of the town. This is a no and therefore has to be wiped out of that position.

Although Ethan has been the one doing the dirty job for Mr. Oscar, he finds this extreme especially as the security is going to be tight on the evening of the party and the least mistake is tantamount to having him arrested by the Gendarmes and police forces that will be present.

“Sir. William, I do not think I can do this job, besides, the inauguration will be inaccessible for me, the least mistake will lead me to instant jail and the red feathers will be tracked down in a blink of an eye,” he said trying to reason out the damages this might cause to the brotherhood.

It is obvious he had a point but then, Mr. Oscar’s voice was hard and filled with repulsion as he tried to place some common sense into her head.

“I do not believe it is the missile that is talking like a wimp, a common doormat that will let a nobody person like Xavier mount the Governor’s office, there is no way at all. Think about the money involved, the fifth million francs, and a puppet whom we can manipulate to our favor. Isn’t that enough reason to fight? tell me, Ethan Smith, unless you aren’t the missile, then I’ll look for someone worth the job and I can boldly kick you aside,” he said threatening him.

Ethan knew he had to take up the job, there is no doubt, but then, details of the work were uncovered, he wasn’t even interested, but considering the money, the luxurious life he would continue swimming in if he places only one bullet in Xavier Barley’s thick skull.

In all ways, it is either a win and loss situation, Oscar had made his intentions clear and had ended the call allow him to reason it out himself.

When the votes were cast, we all planned for Louis Chatham to win, he was supposed to win because he is part of us, corrupt, a bloody dumbass politician who wants a position at all cost. He loses the election over Xavier, who had votes from the people was transparent, a governor the people would want to bring change to the society, unlike every leader, he had the Red feathers to deal with, he blocked the way to their dubious practices.

All these thoughts made Ethan gulp all the content from his glass as the rum tightened his throat. The harder the liquid the cooler his lungs. He needed something to pull him away from his thoughts, Oscar wouldn’t possibly exile him from the squad just because he refused to accomplish this one mission.

Bringing the baton of cigarettes towards his mouth, he took a long hard sniff from it, stayed a minute before puffing it out.

A thick smoke clouded the air as he sniffed some of the air making him high.

Grinding the baton on the cigarette bowl which had visible ashes in it, he stepped down from the tall chair now straightening his full length.

His stomach grumbled taxing him for a meal which he was ready to offer at the expense of forgetting the entire discussion with Oscar William.

The moment Ethan finished the last stairs that led to the upper section of the room which he used for dining, he saw the tray of food laying on the table.

Walking towards it, he opened it and what he saw displeased him like hell.

‘Two slices of potatoes, a small slice of salmon fish, and a watery soup. What the hell is this?’ he wondered anger rising in him.

“Ruby! get your dumbass brain here,” he screamed gelling at her

Rushing to the scene in fright, anger bubbled in Ethan’s blood that she didn’t wait for her to balance herself before him as he plastered his large arm across her face drawing blood from her nostrils.

As she gave out a loud scream, she fell to the ground crying, wondering what her offense is.

“You bloody scum, you better explain what this dog feed is before I use you as a full meal now,” he blurted out scaring the hell out of her.

Ethan knew his reaction was as a result of the news she just had, it didn’t favor him so he was indirectly transferring aggression at her.

Poor thing, even if she would have done the right thing, it wouldn’t have saved her from his wrath. She was just a culprit for him to release his anger open.