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A time will come when we cannot tell friend from foe.
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The earliest memory I could recall of my childhood was me standing at the side of the pavement and watching a platoon of army boys marching by.
Immediately I half jogged and ran up the dry forest path. It’s a well-used route by the regulars to get back to camp. There were hardly any trees and shrubs on the well trotted path.
Owen saw his potential and he made the whole incident go away.
We are one of the most expensive city in the world to live in. The popular saying among the old folks is that it’s probably cheaper for you to just die than to fall sick.
He didn’t mean it. Lala kept shouting he’s sorry in my direction as I staggered backwards and caught my breath. Lala was caught between trying to look and me and hiding in Xuehua’s breast.
His eyes were filled with tears and guilt and there is no way to fake that level of genuine regret. Lala’s voice is out of control.
Lala: sorry…, SORRY !!! SORRY JEFF… sorry… sorry… aHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
He was trashing about as the other hawkers tried to hold him down so he doesn’t end up hurting another else.
Jeff : it’s ok… it’s ok…. I’m ok…
Lala : sorry … SORRY!!! SORRY JEFF… !!! JEFFF!!!!
I massaged my damaged nipples and I told Lala it’s ok but it’s not getting into him. He’s too emotional to listen.
He’s still very agitated.
Suddenly he started hitting himself, apologising as he hammered himself on his mouth with his fist.
It was a hard knock and I could hear the crunch of his knuckles hitting his teeth.
Before anyone could stop the 2nd punch, Lala brought his fist to his mouth and he began bleeding at the mouth.
Everyone panicked, some wanted to call for an ambulance but Freddy said no.
Xuehua’s petite voice was being drowned out by the shouting with everyone trying to give their suggestions and input.
Even Auntie Annie came over with her Harley Davidson cleaning trolley to see what is happening.
By then the commotion had drawn a small crowd of curious onlookers.
Lala: I’m sorry… Jeff.. I’m sorry !!
Jeff : Its ok…. it’s ok…. Lala… Look at me… look at me…. I’m ok… !!
Lala’s voice built up to an explosive scream as he pushed everyone away from him.
His father fell behind onto Eddy. Xuehua was shoved backwards and she fell onto her buttocks before landing on her back. Ah Kim held onto his wife Ah Kiao as she stumbled, nearly hitting the edge of a table.
I was really contemplating putting Lala down. A quick twist of his hands behind his back would be enough to put him into submission. Nothing works as well as pain but he seemed so helpless and lost.
I walked towards Lala and I held both his shoulders in my grip. I moved so fast he had no time to react. All that’s left for me to do would be to trip his balance, throw him onto the floor before I go all over him but I did not do that.
I too did not know what was going through my head.
Instead of putting him down. I hugged myself onto Lala.
Jeff : It’s ok…. it’s ok bro… I’m ok… I’m ok…I’m really ok…
Lala was taken aback for a couple of seconds and I could feel his entire body shaking.
Trembling in fact.
2 seconds later he went quiet. Then I felt his massive hands came up behind me and he held onto me.
Sobbing and apologising again, Lala told me he was really sorry.
Lala : Sorry… sorry… I could not control myself…. Sorry…
Jeff : It’s ok… shshhhhh.. its ok… I’m ok…. I’m really ok …shhhh..
I could feel Lala breathing hard in my arms. He panted and sucked in air but he was no longer shaking.
He’s calming down slowly but surely.
All eyes were on me as I slowly coaxed Lala out of my embrace.
It didn’t take long.
Probably a minute or 2 max and I was free of Lala.
He touched his bleeding gums and Xuehua gave him some napkins to clean up while his father gave him water to drink.
Eddy : nothing to see….. nothing to see…. Everybody go back work… no need work ah…
Eddy’s sudden outburst dispersed the busybodies gathering at the edge of the café. Auntie Annie went over to offer a few words of comfort to Lala before setting to clean up the mess I made on the floor.
I sank into a nearby seat and realised my shirt was drenched in perspiration.
Looking across at Billy, his jaws were just opened wide as he took everything in.
Billy : Wow…. Damm…..
Freddy brought Lala over and I stood up.
Jeff : It’s ok Lala…. I’m really ok… it was an accident….
Lala : I’m sorry…. I’ll … I won’t do it again…. I’ll make you the best kopi O kosong in the world to make up….
Jeff: It’s ok.. I’m fine… don’t worry about it…
I added with a smile as Freddy too apologised for his son’s outburst. He added that he is a little over protective of Xuehua because he likes her.
Eddy appeared just as Lala was walking away with another tray of food for me.
Eddy : nah… nah… nah…. Uncle treat you eat la…
Jeff : thank you… thank you…
Billy immediately came over and took over the tray from me. As he was facing me, I saw him mumble quickly in front of me before going away. His lips tried his best not to move as he rattled of his final word before making way for Xuehua.
Billy : bro… your brownie point…. Gao gao….kopi O extra gao ( thick ) already….
I wanted to smack him but he chuckled and got out of range and I saw Xuehua coming towards me.
She held 2 ice bags with her palms facing up was she got right up to me.
Xuehua : Jeff…. Right ?
Jeff : Yes…
Xuehua : here… take these…
Jeff : no need … it’s ok…
Xuehua : it’s not fine…. I was pinched before by Lala too….
I really don’t know what the fuck was going on in my head and I instantly looked at Xuehua’s breast when I should have been looking at her eyes.
It’s not my fault. I just had my nipples pinched.
Then you tell me you were pinched as well. Naturally the link just happened. I would have also thought she had her nipples pinched by Lala as well.
It was a fast look. Barely 1 second as I looked at Xuehua’s breast before looking back up at her with my eyes wide open.
Before I could speak, Xuehua laughed and shake the ice bags at me, spraying me with the condensed water that had accumulated.
Xuehua : NOT THERE LA !!! hahah
Jeff : Sorry… sorry… it was just…. I just….
Xuehua : Here…. Take it…it will make you feel better….
Seeing my hands were not up to receive the ice bags, Xuehua plastered the ice bags onto my shirt where my injury was. From a bystander point of view, she would have looked like she was touching my breast.
Jeff : ergnhhhh….orghhhhhergnnhh… ahhh… enghh…
Xuehua’s eyes widened before breaking into a chuckle as I moaned in front of everyone in the café.
You think it’s funny ? Go to your fridge right now and rub 2 ice cubes on your nipples and see if you moan out loud.
Instinctively, my hands came up and took over the ice bags as Xuehua’s hands moved away.
Jeff : thank…. Thank you…
Xuehua : haha… enjoy your dinner Jeff…
Jeff : wait wait…
Xuehua turned around and if I weren’t gritting my teeth not to moan again from the ice cold bags rubbing on my nipples, I would have let loose another sensual call.
Her big round eyes lined up with mine as she waited for me to finish my sentence.
Jeff : I…. ermm.. haven got your name…
It was a blatant lie but this was the perfect opportunity for me to ask for it. If not now then when ?
Xuehua broke into a smile half a second later and I could tell she was considering whether or not to tell me her name. I could almost detect a hint of mischief as she asked me why should she tell me her name.
Xuehua : why should I tell you my name ?? … I didn’t ask for yours…hahah…
I could not bring myself to tear my eyes away from Xuehua’s as I answered as honest as I could.
Jeff : how can you not give your name….. to a man who has 2 hands on his own nipples when he asked you for it….
Xuehua burst out laughing the same time I saw Billy choke on his chicken rice, spraying his own plate with a smattering of chewed up rice grains and chicken meat.
Xuehua : hahaha… hahaha…
I saw Xuehua bite her lips for a split second as she considered my request.
I saw her inhale before breathing out as her mouth opened slightly. Her eyes checked me out right before she replied me softly.
Xuehua : Xuehua…. My name is Xuehua ….haha… see you around Jeff….
With that she turned around and made her way to the washroom.
I could not contain my smile as I walked back to my table with Billy.
Billy chewed on his dinner and looked at me smiling away. I must have a dreamy look on my face paired with a silly smile. That expression was etched onto my face for a good 30 seconds as I sat down in front of Billy. With my hands still on nipples massaging them, you could probably draw up a picture of what Billy is looking at while he ate.
Billy : Li erh………. Biao qing……….si bei bian tai ….( you have……. a perverted look……. on your face )
I ignored Billy’s comment as I slowly remove the melting ice cubes and put them on the tray.
Xuehua. The name sounded extra nice when she says it.
Billy : eat la… eat la…
Billy scooped chicken onto my plate and gestured for me to stop dreaming.
Billy : Owen is coming.
The mere mention of my boss’s name snapped me out of the daze I was caught in.
Jeff : Oh… he called ?
Billy showed me a message on his phone.
It was from Owen.
He asked if everything is ok on his first day and that he will be dropping by the office later.
Jeff : Are you going to reply that ?
Billy : no need….if it’s not ok… I would have called him by lunch….
We finished up our dinner and went back up to office. I did not have any spare clothes so I removed my shirt and hung it up by the window.
Billy sat back on his chair with his legs up on his desk as he streamed youtube videos of English hit songs as we waited for Owen to arrive.
I went to my desk and logged in remotely to the cameras I set up at home.
It was a habit in a way. If I was not doing it on the computer, I would be checking it on my phone.
You can never take security too lightly. I could see the common corridor outside my flat. The main door to my house and the respective rooms.
I switched sites and another series of screens appeared.
I had rented a unit opposite my current flat as well using different names and identifications. Documents of which were authentic provided for my different projects. I was suppose to return them once my work is done but hey, anyone with half a brain would know to keep some of these for future use.
I kept half of the documents Owen provided and told him I lost them during work. He would roll his eyes and say it would spell trouble for a lot of people if these documents are round floating around.
I reassured him that if he finds them, it would mean I’m dead. Just blame it all on me.
The unit I rented gave me a direct view of my place from the outside. I have cameras pointed at my door, the windows and the corridor leading up to the door.
Only Owen knows where I live but doing what I do for a living, you can’t help being a little more cautious.
I asked Billy where he lived and his head popped out from the side of his screen for a brief moment before asking me why am I interested in that.
Billy : Why do you want to know that ?
Jeff : hahahah…. Good… good answer…
Billy : ask me something else….. I have access to Owen’s archive of the company’s history…. Most of them are in hard copy… he never bothers to read them…. I went though most of it….
I came out of my office and pulled a chair up beside Billy.
Jeff : The history ?...
Billy : Yeah…. From the day this started….
Jeff : Tell me about the 4 pillars….
Billy : They’re all in 1 way or another…. Related to some of the street gangs back then…. , trouble makers….fierce fighters…. Murderers…. All of them have been arrested before… it’s not long before someone came up with the brilliant idea that rather than train people up from scratch… why not make use of these talents you already have….
Jeff: Talents… what a way to describe them…
Billy : hahah….there was not much documentation about the recruitment process….i read from some of the reports that it’s not easy…. No one came onboard willingly…..everyone had their own deal…. Money…. Family… whatever… things like that…
Jeff : Ok…. what else…
Billy : Audits and justifications back then were sketchy, you can never be sure if the projects you are doing are what it says it is… but they still do it…. They’re paid for each job instead of a monthly pay… no bonus or any kind…Kills back then were sloppy…. But easier to cover up compare to this day and age.
Jeff : example ?
Billy : Most common documented way of cleaning up would be to ship the carcass out to a kelong….. it would then be processed and re-introduced into the food chain….
Jeff : That is some sick shit…
Billy : There are camera everywhere now….it’s not as easy as before…
Billy sat up and started typing into his computer before logging into his email.
He turned the screen around and showed me some pictures.
Jeff : What are those… ?
Billy : Hu Die Dao. Butterfly sword…. Exclusively used by the 4 pillars…
Jeff: They used these ??
Billy : It started off symbolic … something the company presented to them, but with limited resources back then, all 4 pillars made good use of them. … the blades are forged in Japan… using the best iron sands from Chugoku mountain range in Japan…. They’re compact and easy to wield…. Half of their kills are with these…
Jeff : wow…..
Billy : what do you use Jeff ?
Jeff : butter knife….. bought from a $2 shop located in the outskirts of Jurong. Cheap and easy to dispose… but you need to sharpen them on your own….
Billy : That’s a joke right… anyway….here’s more..
Billy showed me more pictures he scanned in from the archives.
Billy : there are 4 butterfly sword…… 1 is in the national museum…. You can see it on display at the triad section….
Jeff : what about the other 3 ?
Billy : Owen has one of them, but the blade is already broken….it’s encased in his office…given to him by his predecessor…. The other 2 is missing… which brings me to this…
Billy switches window and showed me a scanned grainy picture of 2 black spear. About 1.4m long each, the entire spear is in black from the shaft to the spear tip.
The shaft is made of impact grade Hickory and the spear itself is from the same iron sand in Chugoku.
Jeff : The only time I hear hickory is when I order BBQ….
Billy ignored my comment and went on.
Billy : There are only 2 of these… presented to the North and South Pillar…
Jeff : Why ?
Billy : North is always busy… near the causeway…. And South need to include Sentosa…. And other island…. So more work..
I gave Billy a look and he gave me a smile.
Billy : you talk cock I also talk cock what….. hahha…..I don’t know… It was not recorded….the spears are missing as well…
Jeff : probably kept as souvenirs when they retire….
3 of the Pillars served national service. There were no records of where they served or what they did. 1 of them did not serve at all.
Jeff : awol or run ?
Billy : no idea… no records…. Their reign is long and eventful…. The 1st generation of our company…. We are technically the 3rd….
Jeff : where’s the 2nd…. ?
Billy : 2nd is a bit blurry…. Neither here nor there…. Most are in the midst of transition….Owen and his predecessor really built up the 3rd gen of operators.
Jeff : Hmmm…. Ok….
Billy : The 4 pillars were given a task to train up someone….
Jeff : Yes… I’ve heard… a Girl….
Billy : Yeap… you must know that the 4 pillars could hardly get along….yet somehow they managed to train up this girl…amazing right…
Jeff : Well… with the right motivation…anyone can do anything….
Billy : True…. True….
Jeff : what do you know about Jane ? does the archive say anything ?
Billy : Nothing in depth….. just enough to know she is there yet not there at the same time…. The company started training it’s first recruit the same time the 4 pillars started with Jane….they wanted to compare the methodology or something….turns out the company went for theirs…. So the 4 pillars only trained 1 girl… not much information is available…
Jeff : Then how do we know if she is real ? maybe it’s just a myth…
Billy shrugged his shoulders.
Billy : Maybe just a story made up to scare people ? hahah …. Jane has a birth mark…about 3cm long on the back of her left shoulder blade…. She might have it removed by surgery, no one knows….. the archives says she started her training when she was 11, had her first project by 13.
Jeff : Bull shit…. Mai lai la…..it’s fake… no way….
Billy : I know… at 13 i don’t even know how to cut a potato.
There was a knock on our office door suite and Owen came in.
Owen : I heard you injured your nipples Jeff…
Jeff : from who ?
I turned to look at Billy who held up both his hands to indicate it was not him.
Owen : There are eyes and ears everything Jeff….. people talk… just know that I am aware of everything that is happening in this building… It’s my job to…. It keeps us safe…
Jeff : I’m glad your voyeuristic nature is keeping all of us safe.
Owen : You’re welcome…
Owen locked the door and gestured to the window.
Billy hit the automatic blinds and the rollers whirled slowly, blocking out the night view we have of little India.
Owen opened his bag and brought out a bottle of whisky. A Hibiki 17 by Suntory.
He set the bottle on the table without a word and pulled out 3 glasses.
Owen : Let me go wash these first..
I looked at the bottle without a word and I could see Billy staring at it as well.
Whenever there is a new project, Owen would bring me 1 of these. Something of an initiation of sort to get things going.
The age of the whisky offered a glimpse into the difficulty of the said project.
Most of the bottles I’ve received are 12 year olds.
This is a 17.
Seeing Billy looking at the bottle, I asked if he knew what this means.
Jeff : You know what this means right ??
Billy : yes…. Owen told me about it…. He gets you 1 everytime there’s a new project….
Well. I’ve had a good break.
It’s time to start working.
Billy : Can I ask you something Jeff…. ?
Jeff : Go ahead….
Billy : You get to choose your own callsign ?
Jeff : Yeah…. Why… you want one ?
Billy looked at me in a serious manner and asked.
Billy : why didn’t you use Porche or Ferrari instead ?
It took half a second to sink in before I laughed.
Owen came back then and he heard what Billy asked. He set down the glasses and opened the bottle before pouring each of us a good 2 finger of the drink.
Owen : how are you going to tell the tax agency where you get all your cars ?
Billy : You mean you will really get it…?
Owen : Yeah… 1:10 scale model…. Don’t be a cock la…
Owen raised his glass and we met his with a soft clink in the quiet office.
As we took a sip, he took out his reading glasses and perched it low on his nose.
The streaks of grey in his hair is beginning to show. I guess this is a kind of work that makes you age faster than others. The wrinkles around his eyes got deeper and I could see the heavy eyebags.
He looked tired, as if he always have a lot of things on his mind.
He opened up a folder on the table and laid out some documents and photographs on the table.
I sat forward and looked at the photographs he laid out while Billy leafed through one stack of information Owen brought. Pictures of a hot looking lady.
Clasping his fingers together, he looked at me before turning to Billy.
Owen : I wished there were more time for you guys to get to know each other before your first project but this came in last minute….
Billy : who’s this hot babe ?
Billy held up a picture of this good looking women who cannot be more than 35 of age. Dressed in a classy gown and full makeup, she oozes charm and sexuality.
Her smile and those foxy eyes screams milf no matter which angle you look at it from.
Owen : Yvonne….Former pageant winner….. hot right ?… married… stay at home wife… socialite…. Attends parties and charities….spends husband’s money…. Head of a few charitable organisation as well…recently became a mother…
Jeff : She the target ?
Owen : No… her husband…….. Benson…. businessman in the day… drug dealer at night…
Owen pushed another photo across to me.
Owen : He’s well guarded by his personal guards… seldom show his face and very paranoid…… I sent in a colleague of ours….. he failed….
Jeff : What happened.
Owen : He went in as a contractor…. Benson is renovating his place now….last communication with him was that he will be making an attempt when Benson comes over to check on the work progress….. I’ve not heard from him since… its been 6 days….. I presume he’s dead
Jeff : that would have put Benson on his guard won’t it… ?
Owen : I don’t know…this is why I need you to find out…
Jeff : What’s my cover… ?
Owen took a deep breath and said I’m not going to like this.
Jeff : When have I liked anything you planned for me.
Owen : Oh ho ho ho…. This is different…. This is very different….
Jeff : How so… ?
Owen went on to say that the only way I would be able to gain access to Benson would be through Yvonne, and while it would have been easy in the past, things got complicated recently.
Owen : Yvonne caught Benson cheating on her when she was pregnant…. Things got ugly… and Benson has sort of kept Yvonne locked up in the house….
Billy : woah…
Owen : Businessman…. All want face…. Anyway, Benson’s a fucking flirt…. He sleeps around as if he’s changing underwear…. Prostitutes, actresses, with money… you can get anyone…. You get the drift….
Benson kept his wife under lock and key for the last few months of pregnancy, even after delivering in a private hospital suite, she was promptly sent back home for her confinement. Access to her is near impossible for now.
He took out a black travel organiser which usually contains my documents that correspondence with my cover.
He unzipped it and handed me the docket of information with the background he set up for me. Billy was handed a copy as well and barely 5 seconds in he looked up at Owen and exclaimed.
Billy : This is a joke right ?
Owen replied quietly as he adjusted his glasses.
Owen : It’s not…. We have to be subtle about this… it’s in the middle of a residential district and there’s a baby and her mother in the picture….we can’t put them in harm’s way.
I finished reading the summary and I looked up at Owen.
Jeff : you’re fucking kidding me are you not ?
Owen shook his head.
Owen : I wish I was…. Takes more than just balls to pull this off…… I’m sure you can do it… I will reveal the rest of the documents after acceptance of this project.
Owen gestured for all the documents and the photographs before saying the usual statement before each project.
Owen : You have a choice. You can choose to walk away and not speak of this again. Or, should you choose to accept this project, it is my duty to remind you that should you get caught, the company will not acknowledge any of your actions…. This is your first project together… I’ll give you guys some time to discuss….
Billy : No need…. I’m in if Jeff is…… he’s good with a butter knife…
Owen raised an eyebrow
Owen : What the fuck ?
I shook my head and drained the whisky in my glass, Owen went on to pour me another serving.
Jeff : I accept.
Owen : Good..
Owen handed over the documents he showed us initially before pulling out another document folder. With it, he pulled out another photograph.
Owen : Employee ranked 41 on the list…..
Billy : woah….. this is sick man….
I looked at the photograph Owen was holding and I stared at it for a good 3 seconds before looking at Owen.
Jeff : They’re twins ?
Owen : Yeap…. Yvonne’s sister….. Yiling….
Employee ranked 41 under Owen’s employment with one confirmed project under her belt. Callsign pillbox.
Owen told us it as his last resort. He didn’t want to go ahead with it but it seems he had run out of options.
Yiling is aware of what is happening to her sister and her brother in law’s recent indiscretion. The family recently argued about not being able to see Yvonne and her child as often as they wanted.
Benson is stonewalling them with excuses that Yvonne and the baby is sick and having so many strangers around them will increase the chances of the child getting an infection. Yiling was allowed to visit her sister a couple of times because her brother in law has the hots for her.
He has attempted to be funny and touchy with Yiling when he has a bit to drink on occasions before.
Owen : details are in the 2nd folder… read it…… I just spoke with Yiling before I came over…. She accepted the project and the cover I arranged….. you are to meet up with her…. And get introduced to the family as her boyfriend. ….
My role, as explained to Yiling by Owen is nothing more than an officer with the drug agency. I was to play the role of her boyfriend and I’m the official liaisons when it comes to matters about the drug trade Benson is running. My job would be to collect information, that’s all. As someone with no usable experience when it comes to operations like this, I was a total newbie to the game.
I was to have no knowledge of what Yiling’s actual role and task is. I’m operating on the basis that Yiling is volunteering for this because she cares for her sister and wants to help her out of her predicament. This explains her role in cooperating with me.
Owen did not want to use Yiling initially because of her lack of experience but her status as the sister in law of the target is too precious a card not to use in these circumstances.
Compounded with the fact that she hated her brother in law, this should not be too hard for her to decide.
Owen : Benson is well guarded….if it comes to an all out brawl….. Yiling might not be able to do it…… Do not reveal who you are unless absolutely necessary….The project…. When successful, will be credited to both of you without Yiling ever knowing what happened….
Owen scribbled a number on a piece of paper. The number to call for the clean up crew who will take care of the forensics and stuff. It changes with each project and it’s also the official communication channel I will have with Owen once we start the party.
I nodded and Billy took over the piece of paper after I’m done.
Billy : This paper will self-destruct in 5 seconds….
With that Billy started tearing up the piece of paper vigorously with exaggerated actions.
Owen shook his head and poured me another drink while pushing Billy’s glass aside.
Owen : No more drinks for you.
Billy : hahah… twins man….. Jeff… twin sister leh… hahaha…lucky you….
Billy took the bottle from Owen and poured himself a glass.
Our glasses met again and we all knew Owen is already in his working mood when he finished our last toast with a statement as cold as this.
Owen : If shit hits the fan…. i can afford to lose the pillbox…. But you damm well bring me back Hibiki….
Owen finished his drink and gave us a nod before leaving the room.
Billy : well….. have fun with the twins Jeff….
Billy drained his drink and flipped to the back of the folder where a disc is attached. He will make do with the soft copy of the documents.
Looking at the photo of Yiling, I thought to myself.
Well, this could be interesting.
At least I get to meet my first colleague……. In the same department that is…
5th June 2013
I spent a day digesting the information at home after that evening.
Benson seldom leaves his home and if he does, he is surrounded by his band of merry making men all of whom had served time with him before. A group of 12 men rotates between 2 shifts, accompanying him everywhere he goes.
They’re not professionals, more of thugs and assistants who does everything Benson asks of them.
Benson did time before for white collar crimes. Nothing major, just a year or so but with his friendly disposition, he made a lot of friends while in jail.
Now these friends, knowing that Benson could launder money easily for them, all hooked up with him after release. Benson went back to his old ways but it was always something small. Nothing that attract too much attention.
As his reputation grew, he was approached by a former inmate that wanted him to launder the proceeds of his drug business.
Benson refused but he was afraid of offending him. Initial reluctance was met with threats on his family. So he did what a good citizen would do.
Benson actually went to the authorities and came clean expecting help to come his way, but that was not the case.
Fate has a funny way of playing people.
Instead of removing Benson from the picture and going after the dealer, the authorities convinced Benson to go along with the deal.
Yes. They wanted him to take the deal because it would enable them to uncover something bigger.
How do you control a trade that will surely find it’s way into your island no matter what you do ?
You can go around arresting the small players and run around in circles most of the time or you can control the big player. Cast your net wider and look further.
Before you know it, Benson’s little empire began to grow.
It grew on the basis of him taking out other dealers and competitors with the help of enforcement agencies.
By edging out the competition, it only took Benson 2 years to become the biggest dealer in the country. In a place with strict drug laws, you wonder how something like this is possible.
It’s all about balance. Smoke and mirrors. Which would you rather have ?
A drug trade where you are constantly playing cat and mouse, or one where you know the biggest mouse works for you ?
Benson regularly fed the authorities information, giving them the heads up they need. No one can hope to set up shop in the country without first going through Benson. The theory is simple. With a vast network of runners and no lack of addicts, Benson made sure there are arrests every week.
Along with the arrest comes the information. You take out those who matter while trying to keep the numbers in checkl.
He has numbers that would be near impossible for agencies to gather. Which district in the country drugs moved the fastest ?
Which schools and institutions has growing number of addicts ?
Who are the wannabe dealers coming up ?
Every couple of week there would be a bust. Every couple of days someone would be caught bringing shit in via the land checkpoints. These are on top of the cases the authorities work on.
Not only did Benson feed information, the inventory and distribution of the drugs he brought in are carefully controlled. He was required to give a detail account of shipment and inventory to a middle man.
The middle man in return, would report back to the powers to be. Thus, an unlikely alliance of sort is formed. There’s no way to keep in check every single joker who wants to bring shit in and try to start a business, but if you can keep a lid on the 90%, you will still do a deal with a devil as long as you can keep your distance.
Profits are carefully documented and used to fund shadow companies such as ours.
Not much details are given in this portion.
With multiple legitimate companies on top of his discreet business, Benson is more than comfortable when it comes to money. We know that Benson is making more than what he declares on paper when it comes to the drug trade but the authorities chose to close an eye because Benson play by the rules.
He’s obedient, initially that is.
However the paper pushers that worked the deal with Benson failed to see they are feeding a monster. One with it’s body submerged beneath water.
They failed to see how big it has grown and how dangerous he has become.
They finally woke up when Benson’s cooperation seemed a bit lacklustre of late before he stopped.
Now the people that made the deal are shitting in their pants because they are worried what will happen if Benson decides to blow this whole thing wide open.
He surely would have documented correspondence and collected evidence over the years.
This situation eventually worked it’s way up the hierarchy and gets passed to Owen to take care of.
Benson’s wife has knowledge of his dealings but chooses to not partake in them. On the surface they are the model power couple but cracks in their relationships start to appear after Benson started to get richer.
Yvonne had her own flings as well. Benson chose to close an eye to them even though he is aware of it. It seemed it’s fine with him as long as Yvonne keeps her indiscretion private and not bring it home, afterall, he himself is fucking around.
However, he did not expect Yvonne to throw a fit when he was careless with a upcoming starlet and got caught redhanded.
Things went downhill from then on between them.
Opening Yiling’s folder, I read through her personal information.
She was born 2 minutes after Yvonne.
They are identical twins, not exactly a carbon copy but you can tell they are sisters. There are slight differences in their facial features but they are equally hot and pretty.
Yiling was recruited when she was in school by Owen. It was pure coincidence that her sister ended up with Benson.
Yiling went through a condensed version of the training I went through lasting only 5 months. She’s not meant to do the heavy hitting work all the time.
She is currently working in a logistics company as arranged by Owen. No details on what she does is provided. I looked at the other document Owen provided, it contained details about Yiling that I’m supposed to know base on the cover.
I did a final run through and made sure I remember it all.
Looking at the time, I got up and head to the shower.
I was to meet up with Yiling before heading over to her sister’s place later that evening for dinner.
The initial meetup is critical for us to get to know each other a little.
I arrived at Bukit Timah plaza dressed a polo shirt with the bottom tucked into my pants.
Carrying a laptop bag and a pair of purely decorative glasses, I looked every part the prim and proper boyfriend without looking like a geek.
I stood near the entrance and waited for Yiling to arrive. Billy by now would be in position 3 units down from Benson’s place. Owen has rented an empty unit for the past 3 months to facilitate the 1st attempt preparation.
Owen wanted a copy of the files and information Benson had before the authorities get their hands on them. There are multiple cameras on the grounds as well.
We will need Billy’s help to sterilise the video tapes on site as well. Should the situation allow us to evacuate Yvonne and her son, Billy has a van ready with a trolley at the back.
We were due to meet at 12pm and I pretended to play with my phone while walking around as I checked out the shops in the old shopping mall.
I caught sight of Yiling looking down at me from the 3rd floor as I pretended to check out the directory. I carried on the act of wandering around as I kept checking my phone and peering towards the entrance.
It seems she is not willing to show herself until the appointed time.
I saw from the reflection of a mirror from the salon I was passing by that Yiling is approaching me from behind.
I felt the tap on my shoulder and I turned around.
Yiling : Hi…. Are you Jeff ?
Yiling brushed her fringe behind her ears together with a good bunch of her shoulder length hair. I could smell the fragrance of her body lotion as she extended her hand.
Jeff : Hi… hi…. Ermm… nice to meet you…. Nice to meet you…. Yiling…
She smiled and suggested we grab a drink at a café.
Jeff : Sure… sure…
Yiling : So…. you’re an … officer… ? from the narcotics bureau ??..
Jeff : Yeah…yeah… I am… I’m a data analyst….. I’ve been following this case since the beginning….
I could see YIling checking me out as I carried on talking. Owen had reassured her that the partner he is sending her is just a simple paper pusher who has not done any field work at all.
As much as possible, she is to take the lead behind the scenes and assist me to get the information I supposedly required. However, her priority is still to get Benson.
I thanked her for agreeing to serve as an intermediary to introduce me to the family.
Jeff : Thank you for agreeing to do this….
Yiling : It’s ok…. I’m just concerned about my sister….
She immediately asked if I had done something like this before.
Jeff : oh no .. no… this is my first time… so…. I’m a little nervous actually… haha..haha…
Yiling : You’re kidding right…
Jeff : No I’m not… but don’t worry… we’re just purely gathering information…just relax…. I will do all the work…i’ll keep an eye out for your safety as well.
Yiling : right…..hmmm… thank you…
We ordered our drink at the café and I could see Yiling have a lot of reservations about doing this with me. She asked me if I could remember the story of how we met.
Jeff : Yes… yes…. We met while we were in school….. when we were in the final year… we did the project together… and we got closer because of that… after graduation… we worked in the same company and we got together after 3 months…. Our anniversary date is….
I rattled off the information and I could see Yiling taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly.
Yiling : Jeff… jeff.. ok… stop…
Jeff : why ?
Yiling : I .. ermm.. I think you are a little bit nervous…
Jeff : Yes…. Yes I am…. i… I’ve never played the boyfriend role before…and…sorry… I’m having my verbal diarrhoea already… hahah….
Yiling : It’s ok….just act normally as friends will do..
Yiling looked out of the café for a brief moment before asking me what is my task for getting access to the family.
Jeff : i.. ermmm..
YIling : It’s ok… we’re in this together… you can tell me… I want to get my sister out and away from my brother in law ….
Jeff : I’m suppose to access the computer terminals….and collect all the relevant information I can get… photos too if possible…. That’s all I can tell you… the rest you won’t know one… I cannot say also… it’s errr…. Classified…haha…
Yiling nodded as she thought about what I just told her.
YIling : Well… I can say for sure our access in the house will be closely monitored… I don’t think we can get to explore as if we own the place… but still… I’ll do my best to help you… I know my way around….
Jeff : yes… yes… thank you… don’t worry… once we get all the information we need, we can definitely put your brother in law away for a long time….
I took a sip of the hot coffee that was just served to us and I burned my lips on purpose and almost spilled the hot coffee on the table.
Jeff : ouch.. ouch… sorry… sorry… haha…
I looked at Yiling who was trying hard to give me a forced smile. She must be screaming ‘idiot’ in her head by then.
We finished up our drink and got up from the café.
As we stepped out, Yiling adjusted the strap on her purse and her soft hands took mine.
I felt her fingers interlink with mine and I bit my lips, avoiding her eyes as I tried to act naturally.
Yiling : Jeff..
Jeff : err… yes ?
Yiling : Look at me…
I turned to look at YIling. Her eyes is naturally big and round. She has a bit of baby fats on her cheeks and she looks cute despite her age. I would date her for sure given a different set of circumstances, then again, I have a no dating colleague rule that I intend to abide.
Especially knowing what my fellow colleagues are capable of.
Yiling is 32, a few years older than me but you could never tell from her looks.
The white blouse she was wearing is a little translucent and I could see clearly the white spaghetti top beneath. Her light pink bra straps are visible.
Her breast is not big, a nice and round B would be my best estimate. They push tight against her bra, and I could see a hint of a lacy print on the think material of her spag top.
The hip hugging jeans left nothing much to imagination as to how perky her bottom and how shapely her legs are. A pair of grey heels completed her look.
Yiling, like her sister can be described as a fine specimen of the female species at this age range.
Yiling : We’re a couple right…
Jeff : yes.. yes… right…
Yiling : just be natural…
Jeff : I know… I’m trying….
Yiling : hahah… why ?... is it that hard ? …. I’m not pretty enough ??
Jeff : no.. no… you’re… you’re pretty… that…that’s why it’s so difficult… you’re too pretty…
YIling laughed as she let go of my hand and linked arms with me.
Yiling : Thank you… no one has told me I’m pretty in a long time…
Jeff : Impossible… you’re.. you’re so hot… haha.. ahha … do you… do you have a boyfriend ? …
Yiling : yes…. You…
Jeff : oh… oh… hahaha… that’s nice.. haha..
A playful slap arrived on my arm as we went back into the shopping mall.
Yiling: come to think of it… it’s good that you are nervous….
Jeff : Why do you say that ?
Yiling : You’ve read the files about Benson right… what he do… the people he mixes with…
Jeff : Yeah of course…
Yiling : It’s natural to be nervous…. If you are too calm… he might suspect something instead…
Jeff : Really ? … haha… ok… ok… that’s good… that’s good…
I spend the next 2 hours with Yiling to go through our ice breaking session. I could detect her total lack of confidence in me to do my job, that meant that my disguise is holding up well.
Yiling’s body is sculpted, her legs and arms are tone. Her movements are graceful and she has a sweet smile permanently etched on her face. Her eyes though, betrayed her thoughts easily. She has a lot in her mind.
She’s tense and edgy. She reacts to every loud noise from the slam of a door to the scream of a toddler. Her eyes never stopped darting around.
She’s checking out everyone that comes near us a little too obviously.
I grabbed a bottle of wine from a shop before we hopped onto the cab to head over to Benson’s place.
Located in the heart of Bukit Timah, Benson’s place is a large bungalow with it’s own driveway leading up to the house itself.
The cab is not allowed to enter the driveway and we alighted at the main gate.
There is a guardhouse of sort by the entrance and a heavily tattoed man with the 1st 2 buttons of his shirt unbuttoned came out with a cigarette on his lips.
He took a look at YIling and gestured to me.
Yiling : He’s my boyfriend…. I already told sis I’m coming here for dinner… open the fucking door…
She is indeed as short tempered as the file says she is. Yiling made no attempt to hide her disgust for walking into that place.
The man smirked and took his time releasing the magnetic catch of a side gate for us.
We stepped into the compound of the house and I could see the nicely manicured lawn and landscaping. Hidden amongst the shrubs and bushes were black poles between 1.2M – 1.7m in height. Cameras were mounted on them. I could see they covered multiple angles, overlapping each other’s field of view.
Attempts were made to blend them in together with the landscaping.
A large water feature greeted up as we walked up the gentle slope towards the house. The gentle fall of water onto a shallow pebbled floor gave the entrance a peaceful feel.
Jeff: You ok… you’re wearing heels…
Yiling looked surprised as she turned to look at me.
Yiling : Oh… you noticed…. Hahah
Jeff : Of… of course…
Yiling : Are you checking me out ??
Jeff : no… no la… .no la… I’m just saying… looks painful…
Yiling : haha.. I’m fine…
As we got closer to the main door, I could see 2 other men loitering the entrance. My eyes immediately saw the scanner on one of the guy’s hand. Beyond that at the entrance foyer, I saw a smaller scale version of those security scanner you see at airport and checkpoints.
Well, the first attempt must have spooked him.
I kept up my pace towards the entrance and I could see the men lazing around. One of them asked the other for a light while the other just threw him his lighter.
Yiling’s pace changed and I could feel a difference in her speed.
She slowed down further when she saw the metal detector at the entrance.
Jeff : you ok ? ….. painful to walk in your heels ?
Yiling replied a little too quick as she bent down on the pretext of removing her left heel.
Yiling : Yes…yes…ouch… I can feel a blister coming….
Jeff : I got plaster in my bag…
I reached for the small compartment of my bag while Yiling bent down to massage her foot.
While rummaging through my bag, I saw Yiling discreetly reached into her purse and pull out a small dagger.
What the hell is she thinking ?
I heard the men at the entrance shout at us , wondering what we are up to and I turned.
Jeff : coming… coming… leg pain…. She wearing heels !...
I announced to the whole world as I bent down and offered Yiling a plaster.
She was no longer holding the dagger and I presumed she has thrown it into the bush beside us.
Yiling : Thank you… I think I’ll remove my heels…
Jeff : Oh…
Yiling adjusted her bag, linked arms with me on my right as she held onto the pair of heels on her right hand.
When we got to the entrance, the men waved for us to stop.
Yiling : need to go until this extent or not… you think checking into airport is it ??
The men ignored her jibe and did a cursory scan of her body. I followed every movement Yiling made and she’s pretty smooth. She raised her hands, holding onto her pair of heels above her head as the scanner ran along the side of her body.
She deliberately kept her heels out of the scanner’s way as she turned her body, changing hands to hold the pair of footwear.
When she could not avoid a direct scan of her heels, she dropped one when the hand held scanner got close, allowing the scan to go through the other side.
They gave her the all clear and motioned for her to enter the house.
Yiling picked up her heels and walked in, turned around and waited for me.
I put down my bag and cleared the manual scan on the 1st go.
The men gestured for me to put my bag on the scanning belt and I did as I was told. They took all our mobile phones as well.
Yiling placed her purse on the belt after me.
The moment my bag went through the scanner, it set off the alarm.
The guy resting on the chair who was staring at the screen in a disinterested manner suddenly stood up immediately and shouted for his friends.
The men came running in and started shouting at me while Yiling waited at the side of the portal. From the corner of my eye, I saw her push her heels pass the corner of the portal using her feet while all attention were on me.
Jeff : what… what…. What happened ? I didn’t do anything…
A chap with hair dyed blonde grabbed me by my shirt and dragged me towards the screen.
I saw the outline of a swiss army knife in my bag and I almost wanted to curse at Yiling.
She had thrown away the dagger but while I was not looking, she put that into my bag.
Blonde hair chap : what is this… what is this !!!
Jeff : I don’t know… I don’t know !!! I really don’t know… !!
Blonde hair chap : what the fuck you mean you don’t know…. Take it out… take it out !!!
His friend emptied my bag and together with my laptop, out falls a small swiss army knife.
Blonde hair chap : what is this… why do you need this for !!!
I looked around at the menacing faces and I tried to find the right words.
Jeff : I…. I don’t remember seeing that… i… I don’t know… maybe my colleague accidentally … accidentally….
I felt a spark of fire ignite in my belly as I got smacked in my face by the blondie. People are going to get hurt for this project. Perhaps more so than intended.
Jeff : owww…ouch… !! stop.. stop….
I held onto my cheek and Yiling finally came over to my rescue.
Yiling : What the fuck is your problem… it’s just a fucking swiss army knife… people use it for keychain all the time…. what’s the big issue…
YIling grabbed the knife from the belt and threw it at them.
Yiling : You want you take it la…. Don’t fucking waste our time !.... I’m here to see my sister !
Without giving the men a chance to react from this, Yiling held onto my hand and drag me barefoot across the portal.
The moment we were through, she slipped on her heels.
As her heels clicked across the marble floor of the house towards the grand staircase, I looked up and I could see someone looking down at us.
Dressed in a blue bathrobe adorned with Chinese dragons in gold thread, Benson looked like he walked out of a movie set that depicts Asian triads in the western countries. His eyes never left his sister in law.
He had a bottle of vodka in his right hand and I saw him take a large swig as Yiling held my hand and led me up the staircase.
Benson stood in the middle on Yiling’s path without a word.
I could smell the stench of alcohol from his breath as he looked at us.
Benson : what do we have here !!! hahaha… hi Yiling…. My favourite sister in law….and….. who is this…. Gentlemen beside you…. ??
Yiling : he’s my boyfriend…. I’m here to see my sister……
Benson : hahaha…. Bringing a boyfriend along now… hahah… are you afraid to be alone with me ? hahah…
Benson turned to look at me with his bloodshot eyes. His eyes traces the lines of my face to the bottom of my feet as he sized me up. He’s the same height as me but a lot fatter. He looked like he could lose a good 10kg.
He looked older than the photos I was shown too.
Benson : come….. my wife is breast feeding my son I think… come… come… I bring you to her…
We removed our shoes before stepping into Yvonne’s room.
Benson came over to me. He put his arms around my shoulder and squeeze the muscles beside my neck. I reacted the way he wanted me to. He’s insecure, unsure, and he has to flex his muscles just to reaffirm that he is in control.
Jeff : erhhh.. AHHHH!!
I bent down low as Benson gave my neck a good shake, laughing gleefully at my discomfort.
Benson : what’s your name brother ?? … what’s your name ??
Jeff : Jeff…. My name is Jeff…
Benson : Jeff… tell me …hahahah… have you seen a woman breast feed before ? hahaha.. haha….
Yiling grabbed my hand and pulled me away from Benson .
Yiling : leave him alone…
Yvonne’s room looked like an apartment on it’s own. We crossed the living area and head towards a room at the back.
It was quiet.
We stepped in and I could see Yvonne trying to put her child down to sleep. She looked tired. There were dark circles around her eyes and she gestured and beg us to stay back.
Benson : She’s paranoid about making noise… when the baby is trying to sleep.
I could see Yvonne on the verge of tears as Benson approached her.
Yvonne patted her son who was stirring and she threw a towel at Benson. I could see her gesturing in a irritated manner for him to get out and leave her alone.
The baby stirred and made some noise, Yvonne almost broke down as she patted the child, praying that he would finally take a nap.
Benson grinned and revealed how much of a bastard he is when he hugged onto Yvonne from behind.
She tried to worm her way out but he hugged onto her tightly form behind, pressing his nose onto her hair.
Benson looked at us.
He looked at Yiling.
His hands reached for the right breast of her wife.
I don’t know what the fuck he is trying to do.
Yvonne shook her head and tried to fight him but it was no use.
I felt the rush of blood to my cock when I saw Benson squeezed his wife’s breast.
My cock got hard like water rushing into a fire fighter’s hose when the valve is turned. My boxers got stretched as I watch Benson’s eyes undressing his sister in law’s body as a wet patch started to form on the outside of Yvonne’s silk night gown.
Benson squeeze harder and the patch grew.
He kept squeezing, and I could see Yvonne’s milk staining her nightgown as she cried silently while patting her child.
Without warning, Benson stopped squeezing and pulled his wife’s top against her lactating breast and the moisture immediately painted a picture of Yvonne’s engorged love pillow in front of me.
I’m seen some sick shit in my career but this one is beginning to top the cake.
I could see Yiling about to scream at Benson but she was afraid of scaring the child.
Benson pulled his wife’s hands away from the baby and using his body, nudged a sobbing and crying Yvonne away from the crib.
Benson : hahhaa….
I watched on in horror as he placed his large hand on the baby. He stroked the boy a couple of times. The way he looked at the boy, there was not a single ounce of affection.
He stroked the baby as if he was obliged to.
There was no longer a smile on his face as he looked up and spoke so soft that I had to strain my ears to hear what he says.
Benson : let’s have some ….. family bonding fun…. Before dinner…. Shall we ?
Benson squeeze his wife’s breast again , chuckling at my indecisiveness.
I leaped over Benson whose muscles were still twitching as Yiling screamed and came at me.
Jeff : hey … HEY!!! YIling…. Yiling !!! HEY!!
She is on the verge of losing it.
Tears filled her eyes as she fought back the urge to break down and start crying. Her left hand grabbed her right wrist in an attempt to stabilise her shaking hand holding the razor.
Jeff : for fuck sake put that down !
Yiling : NO!...
I ducked and pushed her across the room as she staggered and fall. Wiping tears and snot from her face with the back of her hand, she stood up and came for me again. It’s almost like watching a child having a breakdown.
She looked unsure, lost and afraid of what she is doing. She is not equipped mentally for work like this. Not everyone can handle the surge of emotions after taking a life.
Not everyone is as sick.
I grabbed the towel that she has thrown on the floor and twirled it around my right hand and forearm.
Yiling : arGHHH!!!!
She screamed as she came towards me with her hand raised.
I grabbed it easily with my towelled hand, the thick fabric absorbing the slice of the thin razor without fuss at all.
Jeff : enough … enough !!
Yiling tried to extract herself from me but I held on.
She tried to kick me and I blocked it with my shin, causing her to scream in pain. It was painful for me too but I held it in.
I twisted her hand and disarmed her of the blade.
Yiling jumped onto me, grabbing my waist with her naked thighs to throw me off balance by twisting her body, but I’m much heavier and stronger than her. I staggered 2 steps before I countered the force and threw Yiling onto the bed with her legs still wrapped around my body.
If I was naked, I could be well positioned to enter her.
Yiling : aerghh!!
Jeff : Stop Yiling… STOP!!... stop or I will have to tie you down !
She punched me on my face as she started kicking wildly at me.
I grabbed her wrist and twisted them behind her back, pinning them down in the same manner an officer is about to make an arrest.
I could feel the rise in my cock as I pressed her head down on the bed the same time I shouted at her to calm down. This is the first time I had to press a naked woman in front of me on the bed with my clothes still on.
The last time I was in a position like this was in a leisure trip to Thailand.
I went to a nice bar and bought this cute university student that was working as a waitress a drink. The next thing I knew I was pinning her down on the bed with her screaming at me to go deeper and harder.
Yiling : let me go !!!
Jeff : stop screaming and behaving like a mad woman and I will let you go ….
I held Yiling’s hands in place and I stepped on both her calves with my left foot. The pain should knock some sense into her.
It took about another 5 minutes of screaming, threats and sobbing before she calmed down.
Her breathing slowed considerably as she just panted for air on the bed.
Jeff : Are you ok now ?? …. Don’t snap…
Yiling : I’m ok… let me go…
Jeff : Promise you stop behaving like a bitch….
Yiling : Yes… yes I promise…
I let Yiling go and took a seat on the bed.
She slowly turned around and massaged her aching joints.
We were both quiet for a while before she asked if I was going to arrest her.
Yiling : Are you going to arrest me ? ….. for killing my brother in law…
I did not answer her because I did not have an answer.
I was hoping I won’t have to deal with shit like this which is why I preferred to work alone.
Stuff like this belongs to Owen’s department.
My heart skipped a beat when Yiling spoke again.
YIling : You’re definitely not some data Analyst…..
Jeff : Why makes you say that…
Yiling : You know how to protect yourself….
Jeff : We all go through basic training….
Yiling smirked as she turned and looked at Benson who had stopped moving totally by then.
Yiling : It’s ok if you don’t want to say…. Just bring me back to the station and wrap this up…
I thought about it for a while before replying Yiling.
Jeff : I’m not just a typical Data Analyst for the narcotics agency… I’m also part of their elite crack team of operatives… I spend my time stationed overseas most of the time….
I said nothing after that, allowing the silence to help Yiling take it all in.
That should make a bit of sense to her I think.
Yiling : so now what ? …
Jeff : I’m interested in the data Benson has in his computer….his overseas network and his local runners…. His contacts… his suppliers… the rest doesn’t concern me…
Yiling : What does that mean ? … haha.. you going to pretend you did not see me kill Benson ? hahaha….
Yiling slowly got up. I could see the slouch in her shoulders as she opened several drawers before pulling out clothes that I assume belonged to her sister.
Yiling : you can’t do that…you’re a law enforcement officer…. And I broke the law…
Jeff : Yes you did…. And you are correct… I cannot turn a blind eye to that…
Yiling wiped away tears from her eyes as she took in a deep breath.
Yiling : Alright… call it in…. I’m just glad he’s fucking dead…
I watched Yiling get dressed, slipping her hand through the black singlet she pulled out.
Her wrist had an angry red mark from the rope burn earlier. There are countless bruises on her body.
She was just raped by her brother in law.
She leaned against the wardrobe for balance as she slipped on a pair of shorts.
I got up and walked over to the towel that held the razor blade Yiling used.
Retrieving it, I held it with my bare hands as I went to the toilet bowl.
Yiling : What are you doing ?
Jeff : what does it look like I’m doing ?
I wrapped the blade with a few pieces of toilet paper and I flushed it down into the sewerage.
Yiling : What are you doing !
I calmly opened another razor blade from the bathroom and I took it over to Benson.
I ran it through his open wound again, dipping my finger and the blade into his neck before pulling it out.
Yiling : what are you trying to do !!
Jeff : I killed him… in self defence… not you…. Just makes my report a bit lengthier….but… all is good…. This makes things easier….. no one will care about a dead drug dealer….
Yiling stared at me in disbelief.
Yiling : you are out of your mind.. !!
Jeff : No I’m not… go take a shower… wash up before I call it in… I’ll get rid of the body and adjust things around a bit to throw my colleagues off your scent.
Yiling stared at me, not knowing what to say.
Yiling : Jeff…..
Jeff : What ? ….. go and wash up…. Quick….
Yiling : Do you know what you are doing ?? ,….
Jeff : Yes I know…. Come on…. Snap out of it…. It’ll be fine…
I gestured to the bathroom without a word and I grabbed both of Benson’s wrist. I was about to start pulling him away from the spot he died when Yiling shouted at me not to touch him.
YIling ; stop!! STOP!!
Jeff : What ?
Yiling : stop….
She looked at me, swallowed hard before asking if I could bring her her pair of heels she wore that evening.
Jeff : what….
Yiling : it’s … it’s outside… please….
I would have wanted to say no but I thought it would be a good chance to check on the rest of Benson’s men that I had put on the ground.
I went out and retrieved the pair of heels from the spot by the staircase. I could feel myself relaxing a bit as I took my time. Benson is dead, Yiling is still alive. Yvonne and the baby should be receiving some medical attention by now.
This project is practically over.
Before I could walk back in, I heard the door snap shut and the bolt came on.
Jeff : fuck no… hey !! HEY!!!
I started hammering at the door while holding onto YIling’s heels at the same time.
Jeff : open up… open up !!! Yiling !! fuck !...
I checked the heel Yiling was desperately trying to hide that evening.
Turning the heel tip, I pulled out a solid stainless steel blade that will certainly do some damage. It’s tip is sharp and its body had groves etched in. This goes in your stomach, chances are your dinner is going to come back out with it.
I put it back in and continued hammering on the door.
Jeff : Yiling … open up ! don’t do anything stupid….
I could hear her from outside the door.
Yiling : sorry Jeff…. This is me and me alone…. I wanted Benson dead from the start…. I came prepared….
Jeff : Open the door….
Yiling : can I ask you for a favour Jeff ?
Jeff : Yes… yes.. anything… just open the fucking door….
Yiling : don’t tell anyone what you saw…..
Jeff : What ?
Yiling : I mean it Jeff…. Your life will be in danger if you say anything… pretend you did not see anything…..i’ll handle the rest…
Jeff : hey… hey !!
She stopped replying to me and I started to look for another way into the room.
I suddenly recalled the helpers in the storage room. I wonder if they knew where the spare keys would be kept. It’s quite unlikely though.
I considered getting Benson’s men to talk but they don’t seem very cooperative unless faced with the prospect of more pain and I’m lazy to go down that road.
I felt the phone in my pocket buzz. I moved away from the door and looked at the phone.
It’s a private number, might be a call meant from Ah Leong. I answered it anyway.
Jeff : Hello….
Owen : It’s me… Pillbox called it in…. she did it…..i’m surprise she managed to….her evaluation has never been good…..the previous time she was just lucky…. Not bad I must say….
Jeff : Well… I literally delivered the project wrapped up with a ribbon on top….she just needs to unwrap it ….
Owen : oh….. I see….. I suspected just as much….the team is arriving in a few minutes…. Did you see her do it ?
Jeff : not exactly… I saw her holding the razor with Benson squirting like a fountain though…. And…. She fucking tried to kill me….
Owen : hahaha.. she did…?
Jeff : She said she could not afford any witness….
Owen was chuckling and gasping for breath by then. It took him a while to compose himself before adding that he thinks Yiling likes me.
Owen : i think she likes you….
Jeff : huh ? what the fuck are you talking about ?
I looked towards the door before making my way a few steps further away.
Owen : I asked if there are any witness….. she told me no…. it was just her in the room….
Jeff : oh….
Owen : She knew if there were any witness she would have to be responsible for them….. and I guess she did not want to get you involved….
Jeff : guess she changed her mind about killing me then…
Owen : well…. She requested the team to bring you in… before you can file your so call report to your superiors…..
Jeff : oh… really ?
Owen : Just play along…. End it at the debrief and we can all call it a day…. Probably want to ask you to keep your mouth shut and all…. Haha
Jeff : Whatever… why are you en route to Japan ?
Owen : Long story… got to go… bye…
I could hear the sirens approaching the private estate from where I stood.
Owen had his personal team of enforcement officers complete with the necessary gear and equipment.
As the flashes of blue and red appeared in the house, men armed in tactical gear stormed in, shouting for everyone to get down.
They were professional, they know the drill.
Yiling came out of the room and I raised my hand.
Jeff : I’m one of you….. I’m one of you !!! same side… !!
“ Get the fuck on the ground now !!! “
There was no room for talks. I allowed myself to be pushed to the ground and restrained. Yiling walked out of the room like a boss and she avoided all eye contact with me, heading straight for a agency car that would have been meant for me if this was my show from the start.
I saw one masked officer asking each of the men something as he pulled them off the ground.
Peter answered with a rather audible ‘ Fuck you’ and the next thing he saw was the ceiling of the house as he was literally whipped with a retractable baton.
“What is your policy number ? “
I told the officer my policy number and he gave me a nod before pulling me aside to another vehicle.
Before I got in, I told him there are helpers and nannies hold up in the storeroom by the side of the landscaped garden.
He nodded before saying something to the driver.
Minutes later, the vehicle started moving.
The journey took about 30 minutes before the engine of the vehicle was shut off.
When the door opened, I saw Billy waiting for me.
I recognised the loading and unloading area of this place. It was a debriefing building set in the middle of an industrial estate in Tagore lane. Billy cut me loose and I jumped off the back of the truck.
Jeff : Is the baby ok ?
Billy : He’s fine….mother is fine too…. She has fucking nice boobs….
Jeff : Tell me about it…
Billy : really ? you didn’t see ? ….they were fucking dripping milk the whole time…. I’ve never felt so thirsty before…
I gave him a disgusted look and told him it was a figure of speech.
Jeff : No need to go into details…
Billy : I’m serious… have you seen that pair ..!! …
Billy had to gesture to his own breast as he tried to describe Yvonne’s breast.
Jeff : Ok… ok.. enough… I’ve had enough breast for a day…
Billy laughed and told me my day is not over yet.
Jeff : Why not ?
Billy : well…. Shit happens when you least expect it….
Jeff : what do you mean ?
Billy told me Yiling will be coming into the debriefing room in a bit to have a word with me.
Jeff : Yeah … let me know when she’s here… I need a shower…. I smell like shit…
Billy : well… Owen told me she tried to kill you… hahaha
Jeff : she did….. all I can say is she takes her work quite seriously.
Billy ; I think Owen is secretly impressed….
Jeff : You think so ?
He pulled a phone out of his pocket that came attached headphones.
Billy told me that he has a segment of conversation that Owen wanted me to hear.
Billy : Listen to this…. Hahah….
Billy handed me a ear piece and replayed the conversation YIling had with Owen.
Yiling : He’s professional…. And….he’s quite nice to work with…
Owen : ok… noted… does he know Owen is dead ?
YIling : I…… I don’t think so… he did not come into the room..
Owen : are you sure ?
Yiling : yes… he did not come into the room…
That tremble in her voice. My god, I bet anyone can tell she is lying just by listening to her.
Owen ; Doing the work we do…. We can’t afford loose ends… you should know that….
I could almost hear Owen laughing on the other end of the line. That bastard. He’s fucking with her on purpose.
Yiling : he doesn’t know anything Boss… he’s outside all the while…. And the clean up team took him…
Owen : ok fine….
I could hear some crackling on the line and I could not make out if it was the reception or Owen trying to stifle his laugh.
Yiling : Any….. Anything else Boss ? …
Owen : I’m just concern Jeff might be a liability……
I looked up at Billy and ask if there is a need to do this. I hit the pause button and added ;
Jeff : Eh… this is fuck up… is there a need for this ??
Billy : Oh ?
Jeff : What the fuck is Owen thinking… she just got raped….and she just killed her brother in law… is there a need to fuck with her like this ?
Billy laughed but said nothing.
Billy : finish listening to the recording… haha…
I hit the play button again as I got to the end of the corridor.
Owen : i got an incoming call…. Speak later…
Yiling : Boss… boss !
I looked up at billy and told him it’s over even though the file is still running.
Jeff : What the fuck… no head no tail….
Billy hit the pause button to bring me up to speed.
Billy : That incoming call….. is me…. I called Owen … because I found out something from Yvonne.
Jeff : Yvonne ? ….
Billy : yeah…. Milk maid…. Keep it playing, the other part is coming up…
Billy went on to say that Yvonne is not aware that her husband is dead.
Billy : Owen wanted to keep it from her… but she said something… that she needed to get back…. Back to the house…. Despite what her husband did to her… and her child…
Jeff : why is that ?
Billy : Benson is scheduled to meet this mysterious client ….
Jeff : what ?
Billy : Yvonne is adamant that she return and meet the client together with her husband…
Jeff : did you manage to find out why ?
Billy nodded his head as he looked up and down the empty corridor.
Billy : She was unwilling to say it initially but apparently …. She is the one that help set it up….
Jeff : she ? I thought she did not touch the drugs and shit….
Billy shook his head.
Billy : that’s the thing…. The client is not interested in drugs…. He’s interested in the way they bring it in…. and apparently… he has the money …. And…. He’s willing to pay…
Billy told me that the client’s rep first approached Yvonne at a charity event and they kept in contact for almost half a year. Says he’s interested in the logistics aspect of their business but some how he left Yvonne in no doubt what he was referring to.
They had correspondence for almost half a year, dealing with small imports of goods from liquor to tobacco. It’s nothing to shout about, just avoiding taxes.
Yvonne revealed that they are aware these were just a test for something else.
Something bigger, more valuable.
Billy : After having a few successful runs…. they are suggesting the 1st meet….. Yvonne would be getting 250k for setting it up….. I reckon she wants the money so she can get away from Benson….
I nodded as I took it all in.
Billy : yes… now… the thing is, Only the Client’s rep has met Yvonne before…..and everyone is aware she is a beauty queen…. She did win a pageant…
I paused and looked at him, I had this feeling in my head I know where this is heading.
Billy : Owen … wants to know who this guy is… and if possible…
Billy click his tongue with a gesture of his thumb across the side of his neck.
Jeff : Please tell me this is not going where I think this is going.
Billy : unfortunately… it is….
He gestured for his phone and hit the play button again.
I looked at the time it was recorded.
It was barely 20 minutes ago.
Yiling : Boss…. Why ? …. I thought it’s over ?
Owen : there’s a bit of a situation….. Benson and your sister is due to meet an important client tomorrow night…..
Yiling : what ?
Owen : 6 months ago the client’s rep met Yvonne at a charity event…. They have been working together since then….
Yiling : and ?
Owen : I don’t think your sister is in the state to do this…. So I need you to become your sister….
Yiling : what ? …
Owen : Debrief Jeff later when you meet him….and tell him you need a favour from him…
YIling : but…
Owen : Jeff will play the role of Benson… your husband…. And you will both meet the client together…
Yiling : this… this is…a bit … to rush no ?
Owen : We just want to establish the identity of this individual…. Once it’s established… I’ll take care of the rest…. We’re getting more information from your sister as we speak….
Yiling : but… but.. what if Jeff refuses….
Owen ; Then you get rid of him…. We’ll think of another way….
YIling : get rid of him as in ?? you want me to get rid of him ?? !!! wait… Boss.. so if he does this….it’s considered settled ?
I swore I heard Owen try to mask a chuckle with a cough as he spoke in the best serious tone he could muster up.
Owen : why are you so hung up about him ??
Yiling: No… i…. I mean… he’s a police officer… we are on the same side no ?
Owen : We will not be on the same side if we get caught red handed…. Talk to him…. I don’t care what you do…. He will play the role of Benson tomorrow…. The clean up crew is working round the clock to get the house in order….. Briefing tomorrow at 2pm…. You have until then to talk to Jeff…
The conversation ended and I handed the earpiece back to Billy.
Jeff : There is not enough time to plan this through…. This won’t work….
Billy told me that he briefly talked about this to Owen as well.
Benson may not be a pageant winner, but as a businessman, he has photos of him in public as well. Although he shuns the limelight, there are still some images floating around. There’s no way I will be able to pull myself off as Benson.
Jeff : Exactly…. Yiling might be able to pass off as Yvonne…. But not for me…
Billy : I will be pouring through their computers and servers tonight….. any information about their dealings the past 6 months will be given to you by tomorrow morning….
Jeff : Are you even listening ?
Billy : I am…. Owen already has that planned out….. about you being Benson….
Jeff : How….
Billy : It’s a gutsy move…. But he says if anyone can pull it off, it’s going to be you….
Jeff : did he pass you another bottle of whisky ?
Billy : sadly no…. hahha
Billy told me that it would be up to me to put on a good show that I am Benson, and that the one that has been appearing in public all this while, is actually a stand in.
A stand in that has now out lived he’s usefulness.
If needed, his corpse will come in handy.
Billy : As long as Yiling plays her part well…. I don’t think this will be much of a problem… all we need is to see who this mysterious client is…. Who can say you are not Benson when the wife says you are….? Yeah ? …. Wedding photos…wedding rings…. You are husband and wife…. Tio bo ?
Billy’s phone buzzed and he told me Yiling will be at the facility in 30 minutes.
Jeff : This could be dangerous…. Find out more about their dealings…
Billy : Will do…. Yiling will be in room 5….
I gave Billy a thumbs up and I grabbed myself some drinks and food before heading to room 5. I hung around the control area until I saw from the camera that Yiling is entering the facility.
I went into the interview room and sat down, sipping my bottle of drink.
I saw the wrist cuffs on the table and I almost forgot.
I quickly secured my wrist to the table and adjusted myself properly, putting on an image of a bored guy having his drink.
I wonder how would Yiling try to convince me to play the role of Benson.
I tried to stifle a smile as I thought about something silly like her trying to seduce me.
Maybe come in a short dress , high heels.
Maybe she will whine and beg ?
Perhaps threatened me into submission ?
Regardless of what she do, it’s going to be worth a laugh or 2 if I can hold it in.
I heard the rattle of the door knob and the door swung open.
There she was.
She looked freshly showered and washed up. Her hair is still a little damp. Yiling had light makeup on and she was wearing a dress alright. A pale yellow sun dress with the hem ending above her knees.
She had on a different pair of heels, cream white with speckles of gold near the tip.
I drained the last of my bottled drink to get ready for her sales pitch.
Before I could swallow it, Yiling rattled of what I presumed must be a pitch she practised at least a dozen times before she walked into the room.
Yiling : Jeff…… Will you be my husband ?
I choked on the drink, splashed it all over the table as I stared at Yiling in disbelief.
Jeff : blurosooooooshhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! What …………….the…………… fuck ?
She dragged the chair over to my side as I stared at her wide eyed in shock.
Yiling : I’m about to tell you something that is going to sound absolutely crazy to you Jeff ….
She waited for my reply and I gave her the first reply that came to my mind with drools of my drink still hanging off my lips.
Jeff : I thought you already did.
Yiling had a key in her hand and she released me from the wrist cuffs.
I wiped my mouth as I stared at her.
Well she is direct, that I have to give it to her.
Yiling : I know how this is going to sound… you would probably think I’m crazy but I need your help…
Jeff : errr…. What do you need ? you want to apply for a BTO flat ?
She gave me an exasperated look before resuming to unlock the other cuff from my hands.
Yiling : you know… I only just caught wind of this a while ago and….believe me…. No matter how many times I try to run this through my head, I think it sounds crazy….
Yiling crossed her legs and leaned forward with her arms crossed.
Yiling : I…. I meant it in a serious way…. When I ask you to be my husband…. As in… play the role of my husband….
I stared at her without a word, giving her a lost look. I actually kind of sympathised with her situation. She’s still pretty new in this line and for Owen to throw her into the deep end of the pool, it’s unfair.
He would probably say life is unfair if I tell him this.
I could see it was tearing her up inside as she tried to think of a way to explain the situation to me.
For one, she cannot let me know her true identity. Yet she still has to make it compelling enough for me to agree to help her.
Yiling : Ok…. I’ll try to sum it up as simply as I can….
Jeff : Ok….
Yiling :Benson’s dead…. But my sister is still not aware of it….
Jeff : errr….. ok… I am aware of it…
She immediately cupped her hands to my mouth with her eyes wide open.
The softness of her hands covering my wet and drooling mouth. I was immediately hit with the scent of her body. There is the distinct smell of her shower foam, a brand I was pretty familiar with since I used a similar brand.
It’s a rainforest shower foam by a brand starting with N.
That sweet scent of the body wash hit me while infused with a heavy rose like scent of a hand cream.
In case you are still trying to form a picture, I was literally smelling Yiling’s hand as she chided me harshly about not saying anything I know about Benson.
Yiling : I told you !!! don’t say anything about him!!!! You are not supposed to know anything !!!
YIling came really close to me, and she had her right hand behind my neck while her left remain plastered on my mouth.
I did not expect a reaction this big.
There is no one else in the room and the control room is empty.
I had to hold back a laugh when she threatened to break my neck if I ever mention anything about Benson again.
Yiling : As far as you are concerned…. Benson is still alive… until …. Until….
Jeff : ergumm…rguhhmmm.rghumm…
Yiling: Until …. Fuck this…. Just know this… you are not suppose to know Benson is dead…. Unless I tell you….oh fuck… this is so confusing…
Yiling let go of me and I could see she was flustered.
Jeff : ok… ok.. calm down…
I wanted to make things easier for her and get this over with so I deliberately skipped any unnecessary questions. I just wanted her to tell me what she needed me to do.
Jeff : Ok… Yiling … look…. Relax…. I’ll help you…. Just tell me what you need me to do…
YIling : really ?
She looked at me in surprise.
Jeff : yeah….although it’s a bit fast for us to advance from a boyfriend / girlfriend to husband and wife….
Yiling laughed and took the chair opposite me again.
She brushed a stray fringe behind her ears as she crossed her legs before leaning forward again.
I could feel the rise in my cock as I tried hard not to look at the cleavage of her breast that is peering up at me. Yes I’ve seen her naked, but seeing her dressed is so much more sexier than seeing her without anything on.
Yiling wasted no time. She started talking about what she needed me to do and what we hoped to achieve.
Her sister and brother in law were due to meet someone important the next day.
Yiling : I don’t know who he is…. but he’s someone important…. We need to meet him… and establish his identity….
Jeff : ok got it…. Go on..
Yiling bit her lips for a brief moment before saying that she would need me to play the role of Benson, while she pretends she is her sister.
YIling : We would play the role of husband and wife….. and receive these guest….
Jeff : oh.. ok…
Yiling : My sister has met one of the representative before but it was 6 months ago…. I think I should be able to pull off as her with the right clothes…
Jeff : What about me ?
Yiling : You would play the role of my husband….
Before I could say anything , Yiling put up both her hands with her palms facing me.
Yiling : I know… I know… don’t worry about anything… the people I work for will take care of everything…. And I mean everything…. Everything we need to know to the wedding photos that we need to display in the house….. and I mean everything… that’s how good we are….
Jeff : errr…. Ok…..
I was about to ask who she works for just to see her reply but she beat me to it.
YIling : If I tell you who I work for…. I will have to kill you…
Jeff : Ok… noted.. you work for James bond and her majesty’s secret service…
Yiling : hahahha…
She slapped me playfully on the side of my arm and said she did not know I was that corny.
Yiling : what else are you hiding from me Jeff… hahah..
Jeff : I don’t know… maybe about the same as how much you are hiding from me…
Yiling smiled and shook her head.
Yiling : I really doubt it… haha… so… can I say you’re in ? ….we have a briefing to get to tomorrow morning…
Jeff : yeah… I’m in…
I could see her on the verge of throwing a punch into the air but she held back.
Yiling : Ok great… come… let’s get started…
Jeff : What ? … the briefing you said was for the next morning right ?
YIling : Yeah… but there’s so much to be done…. We need to start now…
She literally dragged me out of the briefing room while holding my hand.
Yiling : You need a shower by the way…
Jeff : yeah… I have milk all over me…
Yiling laughed and added that milk is easier to wash off than blood.
I let Yiling lead the way even though I’m familiar with the complex we were in.
She made a wrong turn while heading to the carpark and I stopped myself from correcting her, choosing to enjoy the brief moment of respite from the mental stress of doing my job.
I looked at Yiling as she walked on confidently in her heels. She looked just like your typical hot babe working in the middle of the financial district. Nothing on her face indicated she was just forcibly raped by her brother in law earlier that evening.
Her side profile looked the best. There is this oriental charm that you hardly find in girls these days with their thick makeup and edited online photos.
Her nose bridge is defined and there is a natural pout on her lips that you can only catch from the side profile.
Yiling turned to look at me, realising that I was staring at her.
She smiled and asked if I was ok.
Yiling : what’s wrong ? … are you ok ? hahah
As we approached the carpark, I blurted out to Yiling that I think she’s really beautiful.
Jeff : I… just think you are…. Really beautiful….
She raised an eyebrow before breaking into smile.
Yiling : thank you…. You’re just saying this because you feel embarrassed you’ve seen everything there is to see about me isn’t it ? .. haha
Jeff : ohh… ermmm
Yiling : I’m just toying with you… haha…
Yiling unlocked her car and I paused for a moment.
She’s driving a BMW Z4.
What the fuck man. I’m driving a old Toyota.
I began to wonder if Owen sent her to the class about being subtle when Yiling gestured for me to get in.
Jeff :wow… your job must be paying you well….
Yiling smile and said nothing.
When we get in, she locked the door and pointed a manicured finger at me. I could see the nail was already badly scratched, probably damaged earlier in the evening.
Yiling : don’t try to sound me out about my work ok …. Just know that I can kill you with a snap of my finger… hahah
Jeff : hahah… ok… fine.. fine…. Nice car…
Yiling : It’s a smooth ride…I like it…
I sat in the car with a hard on throughout my ride. We all think we know short dresses.
No we don’t
We don’t really know short dresses unless we see the woman wearing it driving in them.
With the low seat, slightly inclined, gravity teased with the hem of the short dress Yiling was wearing.
As we chatted, I could not help but steal glances at her thighs.
Even a subtle movement of her changing her foot from accelerator to the brakes would cause the dress to shift.
When it comes ot the red light, she would tug the bottom of her dress to cover a bit of her modesty. With the initial acceleration, the dress would fall back down again, causing more blood to fill my already hardened cock.
I pride myself on being a subtle peeper but inside the small confines of the car, I guess no amount of subtilty is enough.
Just as we turned into the driveway leading back to Benson’s house, Yiling finally pointed me out.
Yiling : I thought you had already seen everything….. why are you so hung up about my legs ?... hahah
Jeff : what… what ? … no… no… oh… I’m sorry… i… errr….
Yiling chuckled as she pulled up to the side of the house.
There are at least 7 other vehicles parked there.
I’m bound to see some familiar faces in there but I knew they will not acknowledge me. It’s part of their work requirements and Owen was very strict in that sense.
The tease ended when I saw the flash of a white panty as Yiling was getting down the car.
I had to stand still for a moment and adjust my erection discreetly.
Walking into the house, I could see the clean up is going on at breakneck speed. It’s like having an entire platoon of men cleaning up a small bunk before an inspection.
Benson’s men and the blood they left on the floor were gone.
In it’s place were the polished floor and neatly arranged furniture.
I saw Billy kneeling down by a small server cabinet near a study on the ground floor but he did not acknowledge me, choosing to concentrate on the 2 laptops he had in front of him.
The helpers and nannies were gone as well, in it’s place I saw 2 older ladies that I had come across a couple of years ago on another project. They were dressed in white with black pants, a unspoken uniform of sort for helper in the large house.
They went through the kitchen cabinet, familiarising themselves with where the utensils are kept to taking inventory of the things that are in the fridge. Owen is going all out for this.
Staff wearing gloves are removing all traces of Benson from the house, from photos to his personal tablets. I saw 2 man come down the stairs with the wedding portrait of Benson and Yvonne.
Following right behind them is Ben.
Who is Ben ?
Ben is a photographer, the agency’s photographer.
I’ve worked with him several times. Professional, cool and focus is what I would use to describe him and his team.
He did not acknowledged me, not even a nod as he went straight to Yiling, no doubt knowing the hierarchy order in this particular project.
Ben : we’re set up in the guest room….. time is tight… we have to do this through the night…
I looked at the time.
It was coming to 12 midnight. Looks like we will not be getting much sleep.
Yiling and I were brought to the study where the shooting crew had set up their equipment and backdrop. 3 guys were on standby with their macbooks plugged in and ready. A makeup artist assigned to each of us came right over and handed us the 1st set of clothes.
Yiling took it upon herself to explain what is happening.
Yiling : We need the photos to help sell the story of us being husband and wife….. it’s my first time doing this as well….
Jeff : oh… ok….
I took a quick shower before joining Yiling in the guest room.
We changed into something casual, berms and shorts for me while Yiing started off with singlet and a flare skirt.
Ben got us to start posing, giving specific instructions on where he want us to stand to where we should be looking.
10 shots in 3 poses for each set of clothing. Then we change.
The photos immediately got post processed.
I could see the 3 chaps clicking away on their laptop with their headphones plugged in.
By the time Yiling and I were in our 3rd set of clothings, I could see the photo machine printing.
Photos of Yiling and I at various spots in the country were printed for selection.
We started off with simple poses before the more elaborate ones that require props.
There are pictures of us on tables and chairs looking at each other while sipping a drink.
Ben : look at each other….. look at your husband…. Yes… yes… hold… good…
A lot is happening when Yiling and I were taking the photos.
You really think it’s just a photoshoot ?
Of course not.
It’s a building of tension.
And with each set, the tension grew.
We started off by changing behind a makeshift screen like those you see in clinics in the 80s. Flimsy screens on wheels.
By the 5th set of clothes, some how we started changing in full view of everyone.
We need to move fast.
My cock is constantly erected as I looked at Yiling’s body.
Stacks of clothes picked out by the makeup artist surrounded us and the variety of lingerie laid bare on the floor near Yiling. Her panty remains on of course but the bras.
God, seeing her change into different bra that belongs to her sister is a hell of a treat for the eyes.
She knows I’m watching, she knows the whole fucking room is watching and aside from concentrating on their work, the hardest part is to be trying to appear discreet while lusting over her body.
Yet we all put up a front. A front to be professional.
There is no doubt the sexual tension that is building up between YIling and me grew exponentially within that period.
Ben : hold her hand….. look at your husband…… put your hand on his cheek….. hug your wife from behind….. smell her hair…. Look at her neck….. cross your legs….sit on his lap…. Kiss your husband on his cheek…..put your hand on her thigh….. stroke her calves…. Touch her chin…..run your hand through her hair…..
Each of these instructions from Ben sounded mechanical, but there is absolutely nothing mechanical about it when we had to do it.
Our bodies touched and grazed each other.
The look in both our eyes.
The initial giggles and small talks were gone. Our eyes and erratic breathing did more of the talking than our mouths ever did.
My cock is leaking pre cum and I’m sure as hell Yiling is wet. This is getting a little serious.
Ben : kiss…. Kiss your wife on her lips…
I made another mental note to tell Owen that Ben deserves a larger bonus this year as I held Yiling close to me. We could feel our hot breaths on each other.
Her eyes closed before me and when our lips met, the warmth we exchanged via bodily fluids betrayed no hint that this was just a professional engagement, that we were just doing our job.
The clicking went on, the streaks of flash continued.
Ben : enough…. Change…
We graduated to more formal clothing. Suits, dresses and gowns. YIling had no issue fitting into her sister’s clothes while mine is a bit tricky. Benson’s recent wardrobe is too big for me and there is a limit to how much the crew can bring along.
Still, we made do with what we have.
Ben was drenched in perspiration as he directed the whole show, checking the time every once in a while.
The makeup piled on for Yiling. Her hair got styled. The room was filled with the rythemic churn of the photo printer and the hypnotic click of the mouse as the crew worked on without a word.
Each set of clothing changed seemed to be a turn in the tightly wound spring. Everyone in the room could feel the energy that had built up 3 hours into the whole shoot.
When I stepped out in my wedding suit with Yiling facing me in a grand white gown which showed off her ample breast, I was ready to cum on the spot. Our bodies were constantly in contact with each other.
There is no way she is not feeling the push of my cock against her tight wedding gown when I hug her from behind. The look of lust in her eyes as she leaned against my body, turned her head upwards to look at me as the bright flashes go off is impossible to miss.
The way we looked at each other was more than enough to communicate what we both wanted after the shoot is over.
At 3.45am, Ben call it a day and gave Yiling the thumbs up. His crew started packing up and they will be back later with the necessary photo frames and pictures.
My hair is caked with gel while Yiling had full makeup on including the fake eye lashes.
I was exhausted and so was she.
Billy appeared and he went straight to YIling as if I was invisible.
Billy : follow me…
We entered a cleaned up and sterilised master bedroom.
The poster bed had fresh sheets and pillowcase as if a professional chambermaid at a 5 star hotel had just finished setting it up.
There were no traces of blood on the floor, the carpet has been replaced. While there is still a strong smell of chemical and detergent in the room, it should go away after a while.
Billy handed us 2 sets of documents and a tablet.
Billy : read and memorise everything…..your lives depend on it…. It contains all correspondences and email Yvonne had with the client’s rep call Wendy.
Billy unzipped a black case which contains identity cards, passports, even credit cards that would support our new identity.
Billy : You’re husband and wife…. Go through the docket and make sure you know about each other’s lives….. The crew is almost done, we’re clearing out in 30 minutes….
Yiling : we’re staying here tonight ?
Billy replied without a change in expression.
Billy : You guys are the owner of this house…. Where else are you going to stay ?
Yiling removed her earrings and I watch her head towards the dresser and picked up a packet of makeup remover while still listening to Billy.
Right before Billy left he added that security crew will be assigned to us and will be in place before noon.
The 2 helpers have done an inventory check of the kitchen, they will need to stock up on food and drinks for the evening in case we need to entertain the client longer than expected.
Billy : guest room will be cleared out soon…….this room is just needs to get a bit of fresh air……. get some rest… project briefing will be at 10am later….
Yiling : ok… thank you…
Right before Billy leaves the room, he checks that Yiling has already made her way into the masterbath before giving me a wink.
That cheeky bastard.
Yiling started to remove her make up.
I could hear a couple of engine starting up at the ground floor.
Heading out, i saw Ben and his ben lugging some of their gear down the steps.
Everyone was in the midst of clearing out the house.
I went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer form the fridge. The cold brew quenches my thirst and hydrated my body but as the alcohol kicked in, I could feel my other thirst slowly building up.
I grabbed a few bottles of beer and chug them into a bucket before filling it with ice.
I opened a few cupboards and found a bag of chips.
My erection was raging hard and I could swing it to close the cupboard door if I wanted to.
I head back up the stairs as I heard the last vehicle engine start up before backing out of the driveway.
I entered the room and I could hear the shower.
The door is not close.
If this is not an invitation, I don’t know what it is.
I dropped the food and drinks on the dresser table and I walked into the bathroom.
There she was.
Yiling was naked in the shower, hot water pelting down on her body as her head angled sideways. She stroked the shampoo off her shoulder length hair as the steam from the bot bath hit me where I stood.
She did not say anything and I did not move.
Yiling turned her back towards me and I was deliberating whether to take her in the shower.
I was caught instead in a trance as I watch her wash her body.
Her fingers running through her hair, sliding down her neck before settling on her firm breast. Her erected nipples diverting the flow of water before it runs down her belly button and down to her vagina.
Her feet, standing in a small forest of disappearing foam. Her left leg raised up, getting a rub down by her hands.
It’s been a while since I allowed myself to be tease to this extent.
I have a monster of an appetite when it comes to sex.
I continued watching, enjoying the deliberate show that Yiling was putting on for me.
The water stopped, and Yiling’s hand stretched out of the shower stall, gesturing to the ash coloured towel hanging beside me.
I took it.
Instead of throwing it to her or passing over, I opened it, I spread the towel like I’m a matador in a bull ring.
A simple gesture with a powerful language hidden beneath.
Yiling’s lips parted a little as she covered her breast with her left arm, her right hand held back a dripping strand of hair.
She stepped out of the stall and walked into my towel.
I wrapped it around her, and if my cock could talk, it would fucking be screaming at me.
Yiling took over the towel and dried herself a little, wiping her face down. Wrapping herself up again, she looked at me.
I could see her eyelashes still wet from the shower.
Her breathe hit me as she exhaled without a word.
She put a foot forward, angling her body in an attempt to walk by me towards the bedroom. Our bodies touched and our eyes never left each other.
It’s a game.
A game to see which one of us could hold it in the longest.
I want her.
She wants me too.
Right before she walks past me, I closed the gapped between Yiling’s boday and mine, pressing gently on her, pinning her against the door.
I could feel a uncontrolled shiver as Yiling looked at me.
I leaned forward for a kiss and she received my tongue eagerly.
When we broke off, I told Yiling to put something on.
Jeff : Get dressed….
She pressed her lips against mine for a few seconds before pulling herself back reluctantly and asked.
Yiling : Why…..
I held onto her left cheek with my palm and kissed her again.
Jeff : because…. I like to do the undressing….
Yiling smiled and she kissed me again.
Removing her towel, she pressed it against my body, pushing me back towards the shower.
She wants me to use her towel, to relish in her scent before I take her.
Yiling walked naked out into the bedroom and I watch her open up her sister’s wardrobe.
A hanging treat of dresses, gowns and the tease of pink, silk and satin greeted both of us.
Yiling turned her head and saw that I was still staring at her.
She broke into a smile as her hand reached into the wardrobe as if she already found what she wanted.
She spoke, but without sound, mouthing the words slowly like a circus trainer teasing a wild animal.
Yiling : Don’t…..
Yiling : keep….
Yiling : me…..
YIling : waiting…..
The next round I had with Yiling is at a more relaxed pace.
Her tight love hole fit like a snug glove and I did not expect myself to cum first ahead of her.
Yiling took a while longer before going into spasm as she hugged her body onto mine, moaning and groaning by the side of my ears.
We lazed about in the bed for about 15 more minutes before getting up.
Breakfast is a combination of beer and the bag of chips I brought up the night before.
We showered separately and by the time we came out dressed, there was no doubt that the rendezvous we enjoyed earlier is official over.
Heading down to the living area, Yiling made coffee while both of us poured through the files Billy handed us.
5 minutes to 10, I could hear the engine of the van pulling up at the house’s driveway.
Billy remained in his van even though he waved to Yiling. He looked like he was talking on the phone.
The other vehicles started arriving shortly after that. Ben and his crew started to arrange photographs of Yiling and me around the house. There were even travel mementos that corresponded with props and stuff they photoshopped into the photos.
A large wedding shot of the 2 of us went up behind the bed in the master bedroom.
As I looked at Yiling in that gown with that plunging neckline, I should have asked if I could do her in that gown the night before.
Billy spoke with YIling for a moment before suggesting that we head to the study to start the project briefing.
Billy : Good morning… I hope you guys had enough time to digest the information I handed you earlier….
Neither of us replied and Billy went on with his brief.
Billy : We’ve had more time to talk with your sister and she is pretty sure this client of her’s is interested to use the established routes Benson had set up…. This is not surprising, how Benson is able to do it consistently and at such scale is something that has all his competitors scratching their heads…. Still…. The results speak for themselves…
Billy added that our instructions are to purely observe and make contact.
Billy : We do not know how many of them will turn up….. we don’t know who the client is… and if he or she is as secretive as Yvonne say they are….. they might just send a decoy…
Yiling : so what do we do after establishing contact… ?
Billy : we are not sure how this will play out but we have to play by ear. …. We want to put a face to this man for now….. find out what he wants exactly…. And we will take it from there….
Yiling : what if he suspect I’m not my sister ?? ….
Billy : I can’t answer that, you’ll have to smoke your way through…. I have here though, a rough facial sketch of the contact that approached your sister….. it’s not very clear… she’s still very stressed out…. And it’s been 6 months….
The photo sketch don’t look impressive, there is nothing about the contact that stands out at all. You can probably bring the photo to the streets and find a dozen of people that sort of fit into that category.
I watched Billy hand over Yvonne’s phone to Yiling before adding that the password to unlock it is 2235.
Billy went through all of Benson’s hardisk and server. There are a lot of information to sieve through and he need more time to see if anything might come up useful.
Billy : Yvonne is not sure about Benson’s smuggling route but she is pretty confident it’s via the sea….i found some information in Benson’s computer that collaborated with that information…..Benson owns a few floating kelongs , some of them very close to Malaysian waters….
Billy handed over the information and added that Benson also owns a holding company in Malaysia that owns and operated a few kelongs that is close to Singapore waters.
He looked at Yiling and told her that cameras will be set up in the house. It will capture everyone that walks through that door.
Billy : Put a face to the leader… and find out what he wants….that’s all…
Turning to me Billy said that he needed to have a private word with YIling.
I excused myself and went to the kitchen to see the 2 aunties stocking the cabinet with snacks and food. I went to the small wine cellar about the size of a walk-in wardrobe and took a peek.
One of the lady came over and started pulling bottles off the shelves before replacing them with those she brought.
Jeff : What are you doing ??
She replied that there are instructions to remove all bottles before 1996 and replace them with something else.
Oh this is definitely Owen. Has to be him.
That cheap bastard. This is not the first time he did this.
A perk of the job he once said when he relieved me of a bottle of Louis xiii Cognac after a project. I was reluctant to hand it over until he asked me to make a choice.
To keep the bottle or for him to look the other way as I empty the safe that is not supposed to be there.
I handed it over and made him promise he would share that.
I never saw that bottle again.
The safe turned out to be a good decision for me. There’s almost 20k in different currency not to forget the 3 pieces of 100gm gold bars.
If we were to follow regulations strictly, all these stuff needs to be catagorised and sent back to the company, but the nature of our jobs made us crooks to start with.
Owen understood the need for people like us to have a backup. A stash somewhere.
A small pot of gold to start a new life after retirement.
I went back out into the living area and Ben was just about done with his stuff.
His guys are putting the finishing touches onto the displays. He handed me a small album about the size of your diary.
Jeff : what’s this…
He smiled but said nothing.
I opened the 1st page and I just froze.
They were pictures Yiling and me. They are all from the shoot the night before.
It’s a book of specially curated shots that Ben chose.
Everyone told a story. Most of them are casual candid shots, taken when YIling and I were not ready. None of them were edited yet you could tell from the way we were looking at each other in the photos that we are attracted to each other.
The sexual tension that I felt the day before were clearly reflected in the photos. There was even a shot of me looking at Yiling’s legs as she slipped into her pair of heels.
Ben turned to make sure no one is within earshot before saying that for once, he wished he was me.
Ben : I wished I was you for just a few hours man….
Ben : keep it properly… it’s a souvenir…. See you when I see you…
I gave him a nod of appreciation as Ben gestured to his crew to wrap it up and took his leave.
Heading back to the study I saw Billy and Yiling deep in conversation with her looking particularly stressed.
I knocked and they stopped talking.
Jeff : All ok ?
Billy : yeah… we’re just about done….
Billy introduced to the 4 men that will be assigned to us as our so call security personnel.
Billy : they’re trained , they’re armed….
Yiling : Wouldn’t that be suspicious…. If they are armed ?
Billy : Hey come on… you guys are drug dealers…. Don’t worry…. The guns don’t exists… serial numbers filed off…. Different models…
By 11.20am, the entire house was cleared of non-essential personnel.
I went through our cover story with Yiling a few times over a simple lunch prepared by the aunties.
Yiling held onto the phone wherever she went, even into the toilet.
The agreement between Yvonne was that they will be in contact with her that evening, and the meeting will take place in the house.
The staff whipped up a simple dinner for Yiling and I and we ate while we quiz each other about the role we are playing.
I had just opened up a bottle of wine when the phone rang.
Yiling took a look and she gave me a wave before answering it.
Yiling : hellow… yes….yes… how are you….. good… good…… that’s good to know…. Right…. Right….. sure…. We’ll be waiting…..alright…. I’ll text you the address…. Right…. See you…
Yiling hung up and said the contact is ready.
She text them the address of the place we are in and I saw her got up, heading to the room to get changed.
Yiling appeared in a modest looking dress without bra. I could see the push of her nipples against the fabric as she checked her hair in the mirror.
I poured myself another glass of wine and I remained at the dining table.
Yiling : I know you are nervous… but please don’t get drunk….
Jeff : ermmm… ok….
She drained her glass of wine and I topped it up for her.
One of the security guys assigned to us told Yiling that our guest has arrived.
Yiling : let them in…
I remained in my seat and sipped my wine.
Yiling opened the door and I could tell she was nervous. She was playing with her fingernails and she was pacing a little by the front door.
From where I sat, I could see a convoy 3 vehicles. Normal sedan cars in different colours. You wouldn’t even give them a 2nd look if you pass them along the road.
The engines stopped and the doors opened at the same time.
I felt my heartrate increase a little as I looked at the 15 men that just got out of the 3 vehicles.
1 driver 4 passenger in each car. They were packed to the brim.
Yiling was a little taken aback with the number of people and she turned, giving me a look.
A middle age man stepped forward with his hands stretched.
Freddy : Hi hi… Yvonne…. Nice to meet you finally… I’m Freddy…..
Yiling: Hi…. Freddy…..
Freddy : wow… you look better in person…. Better than your beauty pageant photos… haha…
Yiling smiled and gestured towards the interior of the house, inviting our guest in.
Something is off.
Freddy did not strike me as the kind of man that is in charge.
He’s as nervous as Yiling as he stepped into the house.
He saw me sitting at the table and he waved to me as if he and I were acquaintance.
The gold watch on his wrist, the gold chain around his neck, the multiple rings and the ostentatious leather shoe, this is overkill.
I turned my attention to the rest of the men that filed into the house after that.
6 of them were looking at me.
3 of them caught my attention.
While the rest looked around with the same level of curiously when you enter a new place, that particular 3 stood out.
One of them looked to be in his early sixties. He has a permanent frown on his forehead and he as staring at the assigned guards that are looking down from level 2.
The other is too young. His shifty eyes gave him away immediately.
He spent too long looking at each and everything from the aunties to the photos on display.
Our eyes met and he stared at me. He looked at me with a kind of rudeness you would expect from a impulsive young man. Not that I’m very old but the work I do just sort of ages me mentally.
This brings us down to the last man.
A middle age man same like Freddy.
He’s cautious, he observes without being too obvious.
He made sure someone is in front of him most of the time.
When he looked at me, it was only for a couple of seconds before looking away.
Yiling : Freddy ….. meet my husband…. Benson…
I remained in my seat as I looked at Freddy who paused and looked at Yiling.
Freddy : Yvonne… I ermm…. Correct me if I’m wrong… but…. I’ve seen you on articles with your husband before and….. ermmmm….
Yiling remained calm and offered nothing more than a slight smile.
Yiling : Freddy…. This is my husband…. The one you saw…..is our employee….
That puzzled look and not knowing what to do is more than enough to give his game away.
He’s definitely not the one in charge.
Freddy h… well…well… hahaha… I mean… ermmm … he…. Your husband… he looks very young ah… hahaha… well maintained I’m sure….hahaha.. you also look so good… hahah…
Freddy looked around the house and he was unsure how to proceed.
He looked like he wanted to turn around and ask for instructions but he stopped himself.
Yiling : given the nature of business we are in…. I’m sure you can understand why…. My husband choose to remain outside the limelight….
Freddy : hahah.. yes… yes… of course… of course… I also value my privacy… haha..yes…so… so… ermm… yes… Benson… brother… nice to meet you… haha
I did not say anything and I just looked at a overly friendly Freddy.
All eyes were on me by then but I remained in my seat. I sipped my wine and I looked at Freddy who was trying his best to give me his best smile.
Yiling : Dear…. Ermm… are you going to say something ??
Freddy hesitated for a moment before walking over quickly to me with his hands stretched.
Freddy : Come.. come….let’s talk shop…. Hahah…
I did not take his hand.
I could see Yiling glaring at me as the entire group waited for me to move.
It only takes 2 seconds for the situation to turn awkward. Just imagine you trying to shake the hand of someone who doesn’t want to take it.
Freddy :errrmm…. Hahaha… haha… er… Yvonne… your husband had too much to drink already is it… haha…
He kept his hand and wiped his palms at the back of his pants.
I grabbed a wine glass and poured a glass of wine for Freddy.
He started smiling and laughing again as he received the glass of wine.
Freddy : hahaha.. wow… wow… man of few words… hahaha… I like your husband already….
Yiling by then was caught between murdering me with her eyes and keeping up a smiling front.
Jeff : Freddy…..
Freddy : yes… yes… Benson brother….
Jeff: I’ve had a long day….
Freddy : me too … me too… we all had a long day…. Let’s get this over and done with shall we….
I drained my wine and addressed the whole group at once.
Jeff : Why don’t you guys discuss among yourselves…. And when you make up your mind, get the decision maker to join us in the study….
Freddy was taken aback for a brief moment before smiling again, saying that he is capable of making all the decision.
Freddy : Alright then… let’s do this… I can make the decision….
I looked at Freddy and shook my head.
Jeff: No …. Not you…
Yiling : dear !!.. what’s wrong with you !...
The amount of movements in her eyes as she glared at me could only mean either she wanted me to shut up or she wanted to murder me there and then. I strongly suspect it’s the latter.
Yiling : If you are drunk … then I suggest….
Jeff : I’m not drunk….i just don’t like to waste time….
Yiling’s eyes widened and she smiled in an apologetic manner towards Freddy as she asked me to step aside for a word.
The oldest of the trio I flagged pushed his way to the front.
Old man : You’ve got some balls to be talking like this to my boss….
Jeff : Your boss…… really ?
I grabbed my glass of wine and I splashed it at Freddy.
Freddy : waoshh…. Woah… fuck !!... woah…
There was a suddenly compacting of bodies and movement. The tension in the room went up a notch and the old man reached into the back of his pants, keeping his hands there as he stared at me with his wild, animal like eyes.
Yiling : Dear !!! you’re drunk !!
Jeff : I find it hard to believe… that I did that… and none of you reacted…..
Freddy ; i…what….the….I….
Freddy was at a lost for words and he looked behind him.
The entire mass of bodies now surround the remaining 2 of the trio I flagged.
Freddy : if…. If you are not interested to… to talk business.. then I say we get the fuck out of here…. Fucking waste of my time !!!
His outburst came too late and as Yiling tried to sooth the frayed nerves, the middle age man that was hiding behind the others all along finally came out. He slowly made his way to the front and our eyes met again.
As the came closer, i could see he is well groomed. His poker face gave nothing away.
He walked slowly towards me and our eyes never left each other.
He came closer, stopping right before the imaginary line I drew in my head to define if someone violated my personal space.
Neither one of us spoke .
He nodded slightly at me and by then, Yiling had started to ask me if I needed a hot drink to sober up.
Yiling : Dear !! you need a cup of hot tea ?? … you better stop drinking that bottle of wine…. !! DEAR !!! I’m talking to you… !
The man put 2 fingers up to Yiling with a reassuring smile.
Man : it’s ok Yvonne…. Let’s talk in the study….
Yiling : what ? ….
I slowly stepped back and stretched out my hand towards the study room.
Another wave of his 2 magical fingers was all it took for his men to remain behind. Freddy relaxed significantly, knowing that his role is over.
I turned to look at the guards assigned to us.
1 is at the guardhouse by the main gate. The other 3 by then had positioned themselves on the ground floor close to Yiling and me.
Yiling : erm.. oh.. let’s talk in the study….
We entered the study and settled into the plush armchair.
The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of cigarette.
Man : may I ?
Jeff : No you may not….
He looked at me for a couple of seconds before bursting into a laugh.
Stretching out his hand , he smiled and made his introduction.
Ed : Call me Ed….. I’ve always ……always…. Been very curious about how you manage to build up an empire like this….. now that I met the real Benson….. I finally understand… haha..
Yiling’s jaws were slightly opened as I smiled and extended my hand towards Ed.
Jeff : do I give you the impression that I am not capable ? ….
Ed : hahahah… well…. Let’s just say the public face you have chosen … don’t necessary project a façade of confidence….. hahah..
Jeff : What can I say… good help are hard to come by….
Ed laughed heartily as I reached across my desk and offered Ed a cigar from the humidor.
Ed : I thought you didn’t like smoking hahaha….
Ed took one and helped himself to the windproof lighter after cutting the end off the cigar.
Jeff : I don’t… those things will kill you….
Ed : hahah…
I cut one cigar for myself and lit it with the same lighter after Ed is done with his.
Ed : What about these ….? These will kill you too…. Haha
Jeff : death comes to us all….
Ed : hahaha…. True… true….
Yiling looked on without a word. I wonder what is going through her head.
Her work is essentially done. We’ve identified the man in charge.
The hidden cameras in the house would have taken care of the rest.
Jeff : so….what can we do for you…..Ed…..
He wasted no time and went straight to the point.
Ed : I want you…. To bring somethings in for me…… I can pay… but discretion is of utmost importance….
Jeff : If we weren’t discreet…. We wouldn’t be here having this conversation…
Ed grinned and shook his cigar towards me as he eyed Yiling.
Ed : wow….if I knew the Benson… I would have started to work with you long ago… hahaha.. haha…
I smiled and waited for him to continue.
Without breaking a beat, he quickly rattled off what he wanted.
Ed : monthly shipments…. Across the causeway…. No questions asked…nothing bigger than a 28 inch suitcase….
I could feel my heart beating faster as I looked at Ed.
He could sense the hesitation in me.
Ed : I can pay… and it will be more that what you make from what you currently bring in….
Jeff : The stuff I bring in….do you….
He cut me off before I could continue.
Ed : those are nothing….a couple of KG here, a few KG there….how long do you intend to keep doing this…. ?? …
I narrowed my eyes and leaned back in my chair.
Ed : What’s the max you can bring in….? huh ? … 20kg ? …. And how much of those do you get to actually keep minus the little mishaps along the way….. 10 ?
Jeff : You’ve been doing your homework….
Ed : haha… well…let’s put it this way….bring my stuff in for a year or 2…. I guarantee you will be far happier with the rewards my friend….
Jeff : I would prefer to keep this relationship purely professional….. we’re not friends….
Ed gave a hearty laughed as he slapped his thigh and shook his cigar at me again, dropping ashes onto the study floor.
Ed : You’ve got balls….. you’ve got balls hahahahah… I like you…. I like you…. Haha…
I took a puff from my cigar and I asked Ed how does he want to deal.
Ed pulled a plain white card out from his pocket with a number and an email address on it.
Ed : We pay cash…. In any currency you like…. Just let us know where to wait for our ride across the border…..
Yiling stepped forward and took the card. That would guarantee a bonus and compliment from Owen for sure.
Yiling : Thank you Ed….. look forward to doing business with you….
Ed laughed and he appraised YIling’s body before looking at me.
Ed : You are a lucky man Benson… hahah…lucky man…. Benson Liu Guan Jun
I was puzzled as to why he said Benson’s full name but he quickly added that my Chinese name, Guan Jun translates to champion.
With his hands apart, Ed added that he looked forward to working with a champion.
Ed : Looking forward to a mutually rewarding relationship my friend… hahahah…
Ed stood up and so did i.
He came forward for a hug and I took it.
As our bodies part I looked at Ed and added with a smile.
Jeff : May I boldly ask then…. What is my new friend’s name ?
Ed’s eyes widened in surprise before he laughed heartily, his expression a mix of amusement and new found curiosity.
Ed : You can call me ED…….but my friends….…. My friends call me Chan…..
Jeff : oh….. Ed Chan ..
I walked Ed to the study’s door and opened it.
Right before he stepped out, he formally introduced himself.
Ed : My name…. is Edward……….. Fernando …………..Chan…..
Jeff : That sounds like a name I won’t forget anytime soon… haha ….
Ed : beast of a name isn’t it ?........well then…. Benson… what do your friends call you ??
I smiled and added as we got to the front door.
Jeff : My friends…… get to meet the real me….the rest….can talk to my employee…
I finished my statement with a wide smile, and it took Ed a second longer to catch on.
Ed : hahahahah….. hahaha…. Alright ….. hahaha….. good… good…. Hahaha…
Right before he gets into his car, he spoke directly to Yiling.
Ed : Yvonne…. It was lovely meeting you… thank you for setting this up….
YIling smiled and gave a slight bow but said nothing.
The man that claimed to be Freddy opened the trunk and handed Yiling a brown envelope.
She took it without a word. The reward for setting this up and making the introduction that would have gone to Yvonne.
Ed : Benson..
I gave him a parting nod.
Jeff : Chan….
He got into his car with his cigar and Yiling came over to my side.
My hands went around her waist, taking the last bit of liberty with her body before this is over.
We watched the convoy go around the water feature before disappearing down the driveway.
When the last vehicle lest the estate, Yiling turned towards me and gave me a playful smack with the envelope.
Yiling : what the hell man !!
Jeff : what ? haha.. it’s done… just need to know who’s in charge right….
Yiling gave me an irritated look as she tried to pull herself away from me.
Jeff ; I could tell that Freddy is fake from a mile away….
Yiling : what makes you so sure ?? !! he’s got that boss look written all over him…
Jeff :.. he’s too loud….. base on my experience… people in the trade keeps a low profile… we are not shooting a HK triad movie…..besides… He’s literally looking at your breast when he’s talking to you…. Come on…
Yiling gave me a sideway glare as she walked back into the house.
I smiled as I watch her approaching on of the guards and asked for his phone.
She made the phone call, probably calling it in to report that it’s over.
I went to the dining table and topped up my glass of wine.
Yiling came over a moment later and told me that she noticed a young guy taking photos of the house.
Yiling : With his mobile phone…..snapping away….he took a photo of me as well….
Jeff : That’s because you’re hot…. And that dress looks good on you….
Yiling ignored my comment, replying only after she topped up her wine.
Yiling : Thank you for the compliment…. If we are alone I might just sleep with you again….
Jeff : we could go into the room and….
Yiling : In your dreams Jeff…. Ahahah
I laughed and we waited for the clean up crew to arrive so they can reinstate the place to it’s original order.
Yiling’s phone rang several times , so did the crew that was assigned to us.
At one point, even the Auntie that was in the kitchen was on the phone.
I quietly observed everything and waited.
Sooner or later, Billy would be here to update me about the situation.
What I did not expect though was for the wait for be almost 4 hours.
By the time it came to 1am in the morning, I was kind of looking forward to spend the night as husband and wife with Yiling again.
7th June 2013
By then I was pretty sure there’s been some changes to the game plan. Billy arrived and he spoke with Yiling immediately.
I could see she was unhappy with something but I could not make out what was being said.
After that short conversation with Billy, both of them came over to me.
Billy : Hi Jeff…. Thank you for the help in this matter…. We will take over from here….
Jeff : What ? ….
Yiling looked at me but said nothing.
Billy handed me a thumb drive.
Billy : Inside here is all the information you need for your superiors…I’m sure it will net you a good promotion….. before we part ways, I need to let you know that we will be in touch with your superiors with regards to your involvement in this operation…. I hope that you will not say a word of what happened here to anyone….
Billy delivered that speech what I had no doubt was rehearsed beforehand.
There was no clean up crew with him.
The security staff and the aunties did not show signs of getting ready to leave. It quickly dawned on me what Owen wanted to do.
He wanted the ruse to continue.
Everything would be where it is as they find out more about that mysterious client and what he wanted to bring in.
Billy : you will be returned to your post overseas Jeff… and ermm….
Billy said he will be giving me a lift out of the estate after I said my goodbyes.
I wasn’t expecting it to end like this but the time for questions will come later.
Right now, Yiling was standing in front of me, a project folder in 1 hand and 2 phones in the other.
It was an awkward moment as we stood in the middle of the living room.
Yiling : well… ermm… I guess … this is it….
I find it hard to look at her in the eyes at that moment.
Jeff : ermm.. i…erm… I guess so….
Yiling : I doubt we will be seeing each other again yeah…. Hahha…
Jeff : haha… i.. I don’t know….
I opened my arms and Yiling came into my embrace without a need for further invitation.
It was a snug and reassuring 5 second hug before our bodies parted. This is weird on so many level.
We knew other for only a short period of time yet the level of intimacy we share is much more. Perhaps what they say is true, in times of crisis, it’s easier to make true friends. I don’t know if I consider us friends though, especially we will probably not meet again.
I will definitely miss that body of hers.
Owen must have his reasons for pulling me out.
Perhaps he felt I outstayed my usefulness, and it’s time for Yiling to run the show. You can’t expect to have someone holding your hand all the time. This would be a good experience for her. Everything is all set up and connected. Just don’t fuck it up.
All Owen needed to do was to pull the strings from behind the scene and Yiling can continue playing the role of the mistress of the house. Money, power and experience will come flowing in. I bet it’s a matter of time before she rises up the ranking within the company.
There is no point being wishy washy with the parting. We are all adults, not some adolescent engaging in puppy love.
I went up to the room to pick up the clothes that I came in, not forgetting the album of photos Ben gave me as a souvenir.
I grabbed a bag and stuffed everything in. Just when I was about to leave, I saw the pair of heels that Yiling wore on the 1st day. I went closer with a mix of curiosity and perverted thoughts.
I removed the heel and checked out the sharp dagger hidden beneath. I slid the dagger back in and checked out the workmanship of that heel. This is some good shit.
The connection of the joints is seamless. The weight of the dagger feels perfectly balanced in my hand. It’s a nice piece of work, by a professional craftsman. I could only think of 1 person in the country capable of producing work like this and discreet enough to keep his mouth shut.
Afterall, he’s the one that crafted my own knives.
I orientated the pair of heels trying to see what other secret it holds when Yiling appeared by the front of the door. I froze for a second as I realised that perhaps I had been holding that pair of heels a little too close to my face as I examined it.
Jeff : fuck… no…. I can explain.. please….it’s not what you think…
Yiling had a funny smile on her face with her left eyebrow raised.
Yiling : I know most guys have a fetish with heels but you sure take it to another level….
Jeff : No… no… I can explain….
Yiling smiled and said it’s fine.
Yiling : No need to explain Jeff… it’s ok… we slept together…. We had sex… it’s normal…perfectly normal….
Jeff : No…. listen… I was…
She put up her palm as she walked slowly towards me, nodding her head with her eyes partially shut, she kept mouthing ‘it’s ok’ to me silently as she tried to stifle a smile.
Picking up her pair of heels, she presented it to me.
Yiling : for you… it’s ok… you can keep it… I wore it less than 5 times…
Jeff : no…. no… please… i…
Yiling just nod and smile, repeating her silent “ it’s ok “ . This time adding a ‘I understand’ behind it.
I sighed as she turned it over before handing it to me.
Yiling : There’s something at the back….see…
She pulled out the dagger which I already knew before putting it back in.
My mouth was open, I wanted to speak but nothing came out.
Yiling grabbed my bag and put her pair of heels in before helping me zip it up.
She gave me a sisterly tap on my arm before walking me out of the room with her arms around my shoulder.
Yiling : I’m glad you took that and not the pearl undies Jeff….hahaha…..personally I can accept the heel fetish part…..
Jeff : Oh god….. how can I explain myself out of this…..
Yiling laughed and when I got to the corridor, Billy was there waiting.
She saw Billy and she regained her composure. Clearing her throat, she stretched out her hand and I shook it firmly.
Jeff : It’s been a pleasure …. Yiling ….
Yiling : the feeling of pleasure is mutual… haha…
We gave each other a curt nod before I followed Billy down the stairs and straight to his vehicle.
I gave Yiling a wave as she stopped by the bottom of the stairs, choosing not to walk me to the door.
The moment we got into Billy’s van, the first thing he said was ;
Billy : you fucked her right….. tell me you fucked her…..
Jeff :…. A gentlemen don’t kiss and tell….
Billy : ok… you definitely fucked her….
Billy laughed and started the engine.
En route back to office, I asked Billy what Owen has planned for Yiling .
Billy : your guess is as good as mine…. All I know was that she is to continue playing the role of Yvonne….indefinitely….
Jeff : Seems like Owen is keen to fill the void of Benson….
Billy : He is… Benson’s position is a treasure mine of information…..and you know Owen…. Nothing is more valuable than information…
Jeff : True…
I stretched out in the car seat as Billy told me both Yvonne and her son has been relocated to a temporary shelter courtesy of the government.
Billy : as long as Yiling is playing her sister… they will be kept safe and out of sight…
Jeff : What about Benson’s men….
Billy : I doubt they will see the light of day anytime soon….. they saw your face… know what you can do…. All of them former inmates…. A couple with outstanding arrest warrants…. My guess is Owen will make sure they never talk….
I let out a loud yawn as I took in them empty roads at 2am in the morning.
I’m looking forward to a good sleep.
Billy told me Owen is waiting for the debrief report before he board his flight back from Japan.
Jeff : what’s he doing there ? …
Billy : He’s not saying…. But I know wants to meet you tomorrow.
Jeff : …. What about my break ?
Billy : no rest for the wicked…
Billy dropped me off in office before driving off.
I went back up to office and finished up some admin work that Owen wanted after each project. It’s a hassle but it gets him off my back and I need that to get my bonus payment.
No one wants to drag when money is involved.
By the time I left office at 5am, I saw the stall owners of the café starting their day.
Lala saw me walking out from the lift and he waved eagerly to me.
Lala : Jeff…. Jeff !!... come…. Kopi O kosong !!! Kopi O kosong.!!
I was exhausted but the thought of a piping hot cup of coffee sounds inviting.
I gave him a thumbs up and went over to the stall.
Steam rise from the respective stalls as the 1st round of water boiled.
I waved to Lala’s father and placed an order for kaya toast and eggs on top of the coffee Lala is preparing.
It felt like a long time since I last sat down at the café even though it has been barely a week. The quiet and empty café, the stall owners hard at work. The sun will rise in a while and the hustle and bustle of the office tower will start off all over again.
I could hear Lala scraping the crispy crust of the toasted bread with the cover of a milk tin.
Looking back, he lather up a generous spread of Kaya and butter. I could almost taste the sweet salty combination in my mouth. He gave me a wave and I went over to pick it up.
I cracked the perfectly cooked half boiled eggs and let it drop with a jiggle onto the saucer. It’s really the simple things in life that gives us satisfaction.
I was about to stand up and go grab the soy sauce & pepper when it was set down in front of me.
I looked up and I was shocked to see Xuehua in front of me.
She looked so fresh and radiant at 5am in the morning. It really came as a surprise out of the blue. More so because I did not see her coming over. I’m usually very aware of situations and people around me.
I had to blink a couple of times before my brain manage to process what my eyes are seeing.
Xuehua : Morning….
Jeff : oh….ermmm….. good morning….
She’s an early riser. Xuehua was dressed in a blue singlet from an annual marathon that I participate occasionally. Beneath that loose blue singlet hid a figure-hugging black sports bra.
I could not make out what she was wearing beneath but the thought of seeing her toned legs, perhaps a pair of sexy running shorts sent blood rushing to my groin.
Xuehua : what are you doing here so early in the morning…. ?
Jeff : well… I ermm… I just left work…
Xuehua : wow…..what do you do for a living ?
As if appearing out of the blue without me realising is not shocking enough, Xuehua spoke as she raised up both her hands to tie her hair.
She stood up to signal to Lala for a drink and as she did so, I saw that pair of soul snatching legs disappear into the pair of grey running shorts.
My erection got harder as my eyes settled on her hairless armpits as she looked down, lifting the back of her hair upwards for her hands to reach it.
You see, if you are looking down from that height, you would be looking down at the table or the floor, but Xuehua kept her eyes on me while waiting for my answer. So picture this, with her head pointing down, her eyes looking up at you while she ties her hair, god, it brings back images of the time when I have girls looking at me with their eyes pointing upwards.
They would usually be on their knees, head down, eyes up.
With her shapely figure, her exposed armpits, I get a shiver in my cock as 5ml of precum just deposited itself on my stretched underwear.
Xuehua : it’s ok if you don’t want to share… hahah.. I’m not forcing you… haha..
She sat back down and gave her tight pony tail a light shake, amused with the frozen state I was in.
Jeff : oh… no.. no.. no… I mean.. yeah… I ermm.. I’m a consultant….yeah…. a consultant…
Xuehua : hmmm… ok…. What do you consult on ? …
Jeff : ermm…. Waste disposal….and ermm….. waste management…
Xuehua : hmmm… right…. Sounds… boring.. haha..
I laughed as she thanked Lala for her bottle of water.
Jeff : you going for a run ? … at this time in the morning ? ….
Xuehua : yeah…. Why not…
Jeff : this is… little india… aren’t you…err…
Xuehua : hahah… come on… this is Singapore….chill man… haha
Jeff : well… you…. A girl has to take care of herself …. Don’t put yourself in harm’s way and all… you know…
Xuehua gave me a raised eyebrow as she grabbed her bottle and got up.
Xuehua : er… ok…. I’m been running everyday for many years…. I stay a couple of streets away..…. I’m still here… haha… alright…. See you around Jeff….
Jeff : what about you…. What do you do for a living ?
Xuehua burst into laughter.
She shook droplets of condensed water from the bottle at me before adding with an amused smile.
Xuehua : I sell chicken rice Jeff….. in case you haven noticed..…. Hahaha…
Jeff : hahaha
Xuehua : eggs are getting cold….
She gestured to my breakfast before waving goodbye.
Jeff : bye….. see you…
As I turned and waved to Xuehua heading out of the café, I could see the expression I had on my face. Yes, it’s that same sick lovelorn look Billy describe at sick.
I can’t help it.
Seeing an angel early in the morning, that has to be a good sign isn’t it ? I would have wanted to wait and catch Xuehua again, to see her body peppered with droplets of sweat but I was too tired.
I finished my breakfast and went back home. A cold shower followed and I collapsed into my bed, part of me wishing I was back at Benson’s place with Yiling by my side.
I woke up at 1pm and saw a message from Owen for me to call him.
It turns out that he just touched down in Singapore not too long ago.
Owen : You up ?
Jeff : I’m talking to you ain’t it ?
Owen : I need to make a visit to the Japanese association….
Jeff : why…going for a tea ceremony ? …
Owen ; I wish…. It’s work…. I can only bring 1 employee with me…
I felt a rush of adrenaline hitting me. Owen has his own group of men that he works with on official assignment that requires a bit more careful planning. When the occasion calls for it, he has his own bodyguards.
The last time he asked me to accompany him on a 1 on 1 basis, we met with a North Korean official on a yacht anchored off Lazarus island south of Singapore. The party really started when the Iranians arrived on a separate Yacht.
The tensed meeting lasted for 2 hours before hands were shook and everyone left with a smile.
Owen never told me what was discussed but he was visibly relieved after it was over.
The wait for me though outside the room in which the discussion was held, is anything but pleasant.
When the powers to be are in the room deep in discussion, there are all but 3 men standing outside. All employees of the men inside the room.
A north Korean, A Iranian and yours truly, me.
The captains of the vessels gathered for drinks and smokes in the North Korean’s Yacht.
There is nothing hostile, no stare downs or anyone trying to show who has the biggest cock. We’re all just doing our job.
You see, the 3 of us speak different languages, if they knew English, they did not let it show.
We communicated with basic nods, eye contact and body language.
Both of them were looking at me from top to bottom, probably thinking you cannot fucking get more Singaporean than this in terms of dressing.
Fucking Owen told me we’re heading out to sea. On a yacht. How would you dress up ?
I came in shorts, flip flops and t-shirt only to be handed a Browning Semi automatic handgun by Owen. In case anything go wrong he says.
Where the fuck does he expect me to keep that when I’m in shorts and slippers.
A pistol is heavy. A fully loaded pistol with a full magazine, is heavier.
It’s fucking heavy and I can only tuck it in my pocket. I might as well hang it around my neck. Even a blind man could see the entire outline of what I was carrying.
Owen assured me it’s fine, that the other guys would be carrying as well.
I wanted to jump into the water when I saw our North Korean counterpart.
Dressed in smart attire of pants and polo T, he had a fucking rifle sling around his neck when he came onboard with a modified version of the AK 47.
The Iranian came onboard with a FAJR 224, their equivalent of the American’s M4 carbine.
He too had pants and a long sleeve shirt on with a smart rifle sling to boot. He made no attempt to hide the sidearm he was carrying behind too. A glock pistol fitted snugly in a leather holster.
I have never felt so embarrassed before in my life. The look they gave is not condescending, nor do they look down on me or anything, it’s one of bewilderment.
Puzzled and bewilderment.
The same puzzled look first time visitors to the island gives when they see us walking everywhere in flipflops and shorts.
We exchanged smiles, they kept 1 hand on their weapon, I kept 1 hand on the top of my pants because it’s fucking drooping to 1 side. Beach berms brother, beach berms, loose and relax one, now it’s hanging off my right as if my testicles is a lot heavier on that end.
30 minutes into the awkward quiet wait, the Iranian pointed to the weapon in my pants and gestured what is it .
I twisted my body a little , offering up the end of the pistol grip that is poking out.
Jeff : browning…
He gave a ‘ahhhh’, nodding his head and added a thumbs up sign.
Iranian : nice… I like too….
The North Korean gestured to my dropping pants before pointing to his shiny belt buckle with his country’s flag on it. He must be wondering why I’m not wearing a belt if my pants are dropping.
I manage an awkward smile and shook my head, waving my hand and added that I didn’t have one with me.
The North Korean offered everyone smokes and when seeing I needed to hold onto my pants, offered to light it for me.
As we puffed away with the gentle sea breeze on our faces, the man opposite me probably think we’re seriously underfunded.
Right before we parted after the meeting, the North Korean chap waved to me and he passed me a leather holster with a badge of their supreme leader for my pistol. The Iranian whistled as their yacht pulled up along side before he gave me his own belt.
Owen watched the exchange in amusement.
Owen : Wow a friendship gift !!... you’ve been busy while I’m in the meeting… you will make a good diplomat.
I was considering whether to use the pistol or belt against Owen.
Owen : What did you give them in exchange ??
Jeff : Nothing…. Fucking nothing,… you asked me to come to a yacht…. I bought half a dozen of old chang kee curry puff…it’s still sitting there on the table…
I refused to speak with Owen for the trip back to the island.
I returned him the pistol as we pulled into the berth and told him next time, brief me properly so I can get ready.
Owen : What’s wrong with you ? … everything went pretty well what….
Jeff : They brought automatic weapons brother…. I have a pistol stuffed in my pocket with my pants about to drop…. Simi lan jiao ? (WTF) if they want us dead, we will be at the bottom of the sea by now…
Owen : haha.. we’re host…what you want me to bring…. Next time I give you GPMG….. mount in front of the boat… gum bo……chill la… I buy you a drink…
Jeff : aarghhh… go away go away… leave me alone..
Now that Owen is asking me to get ready for something like this again, I have to be prepared.
Jeff : inside the Japanese association ? … not embassy ?
Owen : no… it’s a bit sensitive… the topic of discussion…. We cannot meet in the embassy….
Jeff : Is this why you went to Japan ?
Owen : yes and no…
Jeff : ok… let me get this straight this time…. I don’t want to be a fucking embarrassment again…
Owen : wah lau… it’s been so many years…. Fuck..
Jeff : simple….my question is simple…. Do I carry or not…. ?
Owen hesitated for a few seconds before replying me.
The diplomat in him must be thinking of how to be tactful in this instance.
He has to. You wouldn’t want anyone walking into your place with a weapon , then again, it is our own duty to take care of ourselves.
It’s his job to be diplomatic.
My job is to make sure we don’t fucking die.
I don’t want to die, not yet. I still have bucket lists to fulfil.
Owen : well…. Maybe something discreet…..
Jeff : Oh no… no… no…. be more specific…
Owen :alright fuck you know what… no guns…. Clear ? we’re not in the middle of the fucking ocean…. You pull a trigger the entire neighbourhood will hear you….
Jeff : ok…. No guns… fine…
Owen : discreet brother… discreet… discreet and impactful……..keep me alive…. I still want to withdraw my CPF for retirement… meeting is at 7pm this evening… do me a favour, bring Billy to the Pawnshop… he needs to open an account….
Jeff : what… why me ? …
Owen : He has your bonus from your latest project by the way….
Jeff : I’ll contact him right away…
I gave Billy a call after Owen hung up to meet him in Chinatown at 2pm.
The pawnshop might look like any other you see along the street. In fact, there is nothing out of the ordinary when you look at it. It’s been in business since 1960.
Staffed with men and women who looked like they can hardly see, people from all walks of life drop in and conduct their business. Old men with white hair squint their eyes trying to put a value to the small trinkets of gold brought in by those that needed some cash.
Old bargain hunters peering hard at the cases of gold and watches for sale, the glass covering the items already yellow with age.
The sound of abacus clicking fill the air, punctuated with that of a creaking ceiling fan. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if they do it purely for the audio effect.
It’s like stepping back in time.
Billy : are you sure this is the place…. This looks like a movie set…
Jeff : shut up…. Watch what you say around here… these people mean business…
I orientated Billy to the setup of the pawn shop.
Like many shops nowadays, you will see small makeshift stalls outside the five foot way. Usually those selling mobile phones and cameras. This particular pawn shop is no different.
The 2 mobile shop outside is staffed by men that looked like they mainline the steroids into their body.
The 4 stocky and built men are hard to miss.
Jeff : listen carefully….. the manner in which you enter the shop matters…. Never from the side of the 5-foot way…. Always from the front…. Through the 2 mobile phone stall…. You go from anywhere else, they will no entertain you…. You want to make a deposit and withdrawal in the future….. walk through the front…. Understand ??
Billy : orh… ok…
Set in a shophouse with an internal courtyard, the pawnshop not only operates it’s main business, it offers storage facility for people in all sorts of trades.
They have never lost anything before and the people in business have a strict rule about keeping their mouths shut.
You can keep anything, literally anything that can fit into the size of storage you choose to maintain. Owen introduced me to the pawnshops scattered throughout the country and I maintained accounts with each of them.
I went to the mobile phone counter and spoke with the man playing on his phone. Beside him hangs a large board with a list of new mobile lines that you can sign up for. You can choose the numbers you want from the list.
I picked one and handed him the number.
Jeff : My friend needs a new line…
The guy looked up at me before turning to Billy. He stared at him for a good 5 seconds and Billy was hitting my wrist with his as if asking me what the fuck he is supposed to do.
The man nodded and asked Billy to hold on for a minute.
He spoke with his friend manning the stall with him before both of them gestured to Billy to follow them.
Billy : what…. I follow them ?
Jeff : yes…give me my stuff first….
Billy : Are you sure… ?
Jeff : yes la….
Billy handed me an envelope before following the 2 men reluctantly down the five foot way to a gold shop a few doors down.
I entered the pawn shop and walked casually past the main counter.
The narrow corridor by the ends with a metal blast door. The walls to my left is filled with posters from the fifties and an old man sits with his assistant to my right behind a row of vertical bars.
They gave me a casual look and I heard the door’s bolt open and I stepped in.
With a carefully curated list of clientele, the staff knows every client by face.
No serial number, no complex locks, nothing high tech.
If you have an account, you can be sure the staff knows who you are.
The courtyard I stepped into is magical. Almost dream like.
The boss will be there, an old man in his mid sixties playing with his bird.
A real one in a cage in case you get the wrong idea.
He never gives a fuck, he never makes eye contact.
He’s the boss.
He plays with his fucking bird. Period.
Someone will be pouring him tea.
Always someone pouring tea like a deja vu happening over and over. In the middle of the courtyard are several tables. Set like a teahouse in period drama, men of all ages will be eating, chatting, some are playing chest.
It’s like a clubhouse, only that membership is exclusive. You can only join if someone brings you in.
A couple of old ladies will be pounding chilli and spices.
Men huddled at a corner talking and sipping their tea. Cautious looks are exchanged as I walk pass the main activity node and towards the storage wing.
Past the courtyard, you get to the storage area which essentially looks like that interior of a Chinese medical hall. You know the old school shop your parents go to grab herbs and the boss opens rows of wooden drawers with Chinese words on it. Yeap.
The attendant will bring you your box, leave you alone as you make a deposit or withdrawal.
No one cares what you do. Not the ladies pounding chilli, not the man pouring tea, not the attendant, not the boss playing with his bird.
There are drawers of different sizes , but for me, I have graduated from a drawer, to a large cabinet the size of a full height wardrobe. I’m talking 1.5m wide and 2.4m tall. It’s huge. Inside contains some of the spoils of war I have collected over the years neatly arranged on shelves.
It’s the 2nd largest storage in the whole shop. Only 5 are available.
Money, weapons, identification, passport, you name it. I have it all.
The largest storage in the pawnshop though, is not a cabinet bigger than mine.
Owen told me the biggest storage is the room behind where the boss sits.
No one other than the staff knows who owns it. In fact, hardly anyone knew there is a room behind the boss. If not for the fact that Owen’s predecessor let loose a slip of his tongue, he would not have known either.
I pulled out YIling’s pair of heels and looked at it again, smiling to myself as I set it on one of the shelf. I could not resist taking a quick whiff, the scent immediately bringing me back to the joys of that evening. I put the album Ben gave me beside it.
These will make good memorabilia when I grow old.
The bottom shelf is where I keep my tools of the trade.
I have 2 of them specially made. 11 inch each with a 7 inch blade, finished with black epoxy power coat, partially serrated blade and a 20 degree blade angle, it’s my tool of choice when things get rough.
I took one of them out and put it into my bag.
Discreet and impactful.
This is pretty discreet in my opinion. I can hide the knife.
I thought about the impactful part and that was the point I had a bit of hesitation.
I have 2 browning pistols that I reported as missing but they are now sitting in my shelf. Cleaned, oiled with 6 rounds each, these are shit I keep for end of the world scenario. You know, maybe a zombie outbreak or something.
Owen said no guns.
I looked away from that zone and picked something else and dropped it into my bag before shutting the cabinet.
I walked out and the attendant asked if I was done.
Jeff : I’m done.
Billy appeared from round the corner, looking nervous as hell as he clutched tightly onto his bag.
The attendant brought out a brand new drawer for Billy and accompanied him into the room.
I went towards the exit, the same blast door I entered and before I leave, I send my regards to the boss.
Jeff : TowKay ( boss in Teochew ) …. Seng gia liao… ( I make a move first )
He would respond in the same way always. A raised hand to acknowledge me, but no eye contact.
His bird is more important than me.
I went out of the pawn shop and waited for Billy.
30 minutes later he was out after being schooled by the attendant of what needs to be done.
Jeff : All ok ?
Billy : yeah… yeah…. Very expensive….
Jeff : good things always are…
As we made our way to our vehicles parked a distance away, it appears Billy is unaware of my assignment with Owen.
He mentioned that Owen told him to have a good rest before our new project starts in 2 weeks time.
Billy :….. Owen will be sending us the project information in a few days time….. I’m going to enjoy my break… maybe take a weekend trip somewhere.. you leh ?
Jeff : I’ll be in office….
Billy : hahaha… eat chicken rice ah….
Jeff : fuck you la… haha
We parted ways and i went home to get ready.
No more shorts and slippers. I put on a smart Polo shirt and pants. A custom made glass lined sheath held the knife I was carrying at the back of my waist, secured to my belt horizontally.
It’s within each reach of my right hand should there be a need to use it.
I pull on a tailored jacket that would conceal the additional budge.
Opening my bag, I retrieve the green canister I kept from another project.
I opened it and pulled out the HE grenade. Yeah, i haven thrown one of these since BMT.
The knife is for the discreet part, this one, is for impactful. Owen did say he wanted discreet and impactful right ?
I put it in my coat pocket and checked myself in the mirror.
I’m feeling a little nervous. I’ve never dealt with the Japanese before and don’t forget, they occupied our country for almost 4 years during the war.
I left my place and drove to pick Owen up at a fast food joint near the Japanese association.
Owen : let’s get this over and done with shall we……
He looked at his watch, eager to get moving. I reckon he wants to head somewhere else after that.
As we neared the turn to the association, Owen told me that he wants me in the room during the meeting.
Owen : Stay with me during the discussion later..
Jeff : ok…
I did not see the need to ask why.
If Owen didn’t feel threatened, he wouldn’t have asked.
This has to be something big.
Turning into carpark of the Japanese association, I immediately saw the large number of security personnel milling about. 4 of them stopped our car and I wind down the window.
Owen : I am here to see Nakamura San.
The man gave a polite nod, asking us to hold for a moment as his friends checked the under carriage of the car with a trolley mounted camera and mirror before waving us through.
Numerous cones were set up and there is only 1 way in.
Even the parking lot was pre assigned to us.
Jeff : this is a lot of men for a meeting…. Who is Nakamura ?
Owen : He do what I do…… in Japan…
Jeff : oh…
I shut of the engine and stepped out of the car.
I could see another 4 men waiting for us at the atrium.
We walked towards then entrance and Owen kept his voice low. Bringing me up to speed as my heartbeat got faster.
Owen : Nakamura requested for this meeting….. at this location….i wanted to meet somewhere else but he insisted.
Jeff : You agreed ?
Owen : I had no choice…. I owed him a favour for getting one of our guys out from Japan…
I turned and look at him.
Jeff : That’s why you flew over ?
Owen : You don’t need to concern yourself with the rest of the details…. There… that’s him… Nakamura….
Through the glass atrium and beyond the 4 men in suits I could see a smiling old man in his sixties give and take. His hair is mostly white with streaks of black.
Dressed in traditional garb he looked like a samurai warlord. Outside his kimono, he wore a Hakama, something reserved for formal occasions if I remember correctly.
There was a man standing beside him and we were looking at each other even before Owen and I stepped into the atrium. He’s a soldier that’s for sure.
He’s about the same build as me.
Owen : Nakamura San !!!... good evening….
The old man approached Owen warmly and shook Owen;s hand.
Nakamura : Mr Owen… thank you for making the trip down….. please…. Come…let us talk….
I fell in step behind Owen, the man with Nakamura gave me a courteous nod and I returned one with a slight smile.
Ok, this is not that bad.
Everything is cool.
A short corridor gave way to a double swing door. The moment it opened, the hair on the back of my neck stood on it’s end immediately.
It’s a large room set up for dinner but there are 6 men inside the room. Every one of them armed.
The door closed behind us and I could hear the bolt close from the outside.
My right hand went an inch closer to my right thigh as I looked at all 6 men in the room.
Owen stopped walking while Nakamura continued talking, not realising that both of us had paused.
Nakamura : Mr Owen ….. something wrong ?
Of course something is wrong.
There we are, standing in the middles of a room, with 6 men holding a samurai sword.
Owen : what is the meaning of this Nakamura San…. I thought this is just a casual discussion….
Nakamura : please….. don’t worry…we….. do not want…..trouble….
I parked myself right beside Owen and the back of my right hand is resting on my right buttcheek by then.
That movement is not lost among the prying eyes in the room.
The 3 men closest to us is already gripping the handle of their swords.
Owen : Nakamura San….. men holding weapons…usually mean trouble…. In our line of work…
He thought about it for a while before speaking in Japanese. His men replied with considerable concerns before he dismissed them with a wave of his hand.
A curt nod followed, and all 6 armed men left the room.
Nakamura : you have to understand….. I have many…. Enemies…
Owen : I can assure you…. We are not one of them….
Nakamura : Danzo…..if you please…
The man that I saw by Nakamura’s side reach into the back of his coat and I immediately did the same, the cold grip of my knife offering an instant wave of reassurance.
Danzo slowly removed a dagger from behind his back and placed it on the table set far away from the dining area.
Owen gave me a look and gestured towards the same table.
Owen : Jeff…. Please… you too…
This is not good.
I mumbled under my breath that if we die, it’s his fault.
I pulled out my knife and it joined Danzo’s dagger on the table.
Danzo and I looked at each other. Each of our dagger within easy reach. My heart is pumping oxygen rich blood all over my body. I could feel the rush of endorphins, my muscles tightened. My senses are on fire.
If this is going to happen, it’s going to happen soon.
Nakamura spoke again to Danzo, in a much gentler voice than I expected. Much like a parent trying to reason with a stubborn child.
I don’t speak Japanese but I could tell Nakamura was trying to tell Danzo to empty his pockets.
Danzo tried to reason with Nakamura but it was no use.
Nakamura came over, tapped him reassuringly on his shoulder, nodding towards the table.
Then the moment came for us to be blown away.
Danzo first pulled out 2 more smaller dagger from behind his coat. As if that was not enough, he lifted his trousers and pulled other another dagger strapped around his left ankle.
Owen and I looked on in sheer amazement.
His right ankle had a pistol.
Reaching for the buckle of his belt, he pulled out a concealed knuckleduster with pointed edge. Lifting up his shirt, he pulled out another pistol on his left waist.
My eyes were wide open by then, staring in amazement how the fuck is he carrying so much shit on him.
Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out the last dagger and put in on the table which by then was overflowing with his stuff. Danzo looked at me, as if daring me to beat that when it comes to getting prepared with a smug look on his face.
Nakamura : My apologies gentlemen…..my staff….. gets jumpy…. When we meet people in the same trade as us…. I’m sure you understand….
Owen : wow….This… this is a bit too much don’t you think so ?? ..
Nakamura gave a slight bow, looking visibly embarrassed.
Owen looked at the amount of things on the table, back to Nakamura before turning to face me. Owen wanted to speak.
He wanted to say something then he saw the look in my eyes.
He could read me like a book.
He could see it in my eyes even before I spoke.
Owen : oh god ….. Please tell me you don’t have the same amount of shit on you….. what else did you bring…?
His eyes bored into mine with a mix of worry and embarrassment.
All eyes were on me as I gave Owen a wide smile, showing too much teeth than I would have wanted.
Jeff : … just 1 more… hahah… just 1 more….
I pulled out the grenade from my pocket, put in on the table and looked at the 3 man with dumbfounded looks on their face.
When Danzo looked at me while his mouth partially opened, I gave him a wide smile while retaining a right amount of modesty.
Jeff : I win…
Owen could not believe what he was looking at and he blinked several times before looking back at me.
His mouth parted and all he could managed was a gasp of air escaping from his mouth.
Danzo spoke in Japanese to Nakamura, no doubt telling him that I’m crazy but Nakamura did not seem fazed at all. If anything, he appeared to be a little amused.
Nakamura : Mr Jeff ….. haha…. May I ask why… ?
There was no need to be embarrassed with my answer. I felt that being honest in this instance would work in our favour.
Jeff : I’m sorry Mr Nakamura…… Owen gave strict instructions not to bring guns…. He would have wanted to come unarmed but I am not comfortable…..
I paused for a moment to let it sink in. The nod of his head and smile on his face told me all I needed to know.
Jeff : Please the Singaporean in me……..the Kiasu (afraid to lose ) part is really in our blood and culture….
I was not sure of what other term I could use to describe the situation. I don’t remember learning in school what is the term to describe bringing a grenade to a meeting between people from the same industry.
Nakamura laughed as he spoke with Danzo in Japanese.
Nakamura : hahhahaa… it’s ok…. It’s ok… no problem…. You are a funny man….
Jeff : No..no… I’m just insecure…
Danzo felt compelled to cut in at this point and added ;
Danzo : Insecure…… or insane ? That would have killed us all….
Jeff : well…. I was really hoping it will never get used….. especially seeing the spread of food you have prepared….
Nakamura laughed and gestured us all over to the table.
Nakamura : come come… let’s eat…. Hahaha… hahah
Owen looked visibly embarrassed as he joined Nakamura at the table.
As he walked past me, he mumbled that he wants that grenade after the meeting.
I have another 2 more. He can have it if he wants it.
Nakamura poured sake for everyone and he did not waste time getting to the point of the meeting.
Nakamura : Owen…. I’ll go straight to the point….
Owen : ok…. I’m listening….
Nakamura told Owen that men are missing in Japan.
Men that he is keeping an eye on.
They don’t work for him, nor are they related to him and his organisation, but dangerous man from a splinter faction led by a former colleague started to go missing.
They call themselves Ronin.
Nakamura : It means a Samurai without master…… but they are just thugs….they are no Samurai..….. mere thugs disrespectful of culture and are essentially, mercenaries for hire…….We keep tabs on them….. but for the past 4 months, they started disappearing , one after another….
Nakamura got a little worked up describing his fellow countrymen .
He did not attempt to hide his disgust for this group of men. They are criminals, some of them former rejects that did not make the cut to join his organisation. They are violent, and rank at the bottom tier of the order when it comes to honour and personal values, they have none.
Nakamura : these men….are despised…. Look down upon in our country…. even the Yakuza… hunt them…. They will do anything for money…. They care nothing about Japan or her people….. even far less about the law and honour…..they are a disgrace…. To our people and our country…
Owen : I see…..
Danzo stopped his boss from going on at the sight of him getting so worked up. He offered him tea which Nakamura accepted as he paused to catch his breath.
I said nothing, alternating my attention between the table and the main door.
I’m only a few steps away from my knife, sitting on the floor in that position meant my legs will get numb soon.
I made sure to keep adjusting to keep the blood flowing. Always think from your opponent’s perspective and plan ahead.
The last this I need was for my legs to go numb when my belly is full of food and the men starts coming in with their weapons drawn.
Nakamura :….. these missing men…….. they are not dead…..they are all well and alive…. The reason why I ask to meet you… is because they are in Singapore….
I froze, with my chopsticks touching a slice of what looked like a really fatty piece of tuna that would hurt my wallet if I were to order it in a restaurant.
Owen’s expression said nothing.
If he was aware of this, he did not let it show.
Nakamura : 7 of them has been spotted….. in Singapore…..i hope you can help us…..find them… we tried to keep tabs on them but someone is hiding them….
Owen looked as if he was deep in thought as he nodded his head.
Danzo : it’s near impossible for the men to leave Japan without help….. more so for them to remain hidden so well….
I looked up at Danzo and shot back.
Jeff : what are you suggesting ? …
Danzo : I did not suggest anything……I merely offered another piece of information….
Looking at the start of a potential squabble, Owen asked me to calm down.
Owen : I do have information…. About a couple of men entering the country via Malaysia some time back……. My people were following 2 of them but they disappeared….can’t locate them since….
Nakamura : Someone…. Is planning something…..with these men… they will not take such great risk…. Leaving Japan ….. and of all places… why Singapore….
Owen : I’ll get some of my people on this….and we’ll be sure to share any information with you…..and we hope you would do the same… and Nakamura San, please do not conduct any…… activities…… of your own in our country….
Danzo : What we do is none of your business….
Jeff : we don’t care what you do…. It’s where you do it …… not here…
Danzo looked like he was about to burst a vein but Nakamura held onto his man, his expression that of a experienced general who has seen it all. He maintained a level of calmness that would be difficult for most men.
Owen : We will keep an eye on this…… developing situation….and please rest assure that we will find these men…..and we will help bring them back to Japan…
Nakamura smiled and thanked Owen for his help before offering up some frightening statistics.
Nakamura : 32 are missing…..7 have been spotted ….. we don’t know how many more there are…. Danzo will send you the necessary information about these men tonight…. More might arrive…. They might not… we don’t know…
Owen : thank you… we will keep an eye on this situation…
Nakamura : yes please…. We do not want to risk damaging the relationship between our countries….. because of a few ….. rouge individuals
The discussion went on to a lighter note as we concluded dinner within the next 15 minutes.
As the 1st bottle of Sake is emptied, Owen told our host we need to make a move.
Owen : I’m sorry we could not stay longer….. there is somewhere else I need to be..
Nakamura : no problem…. Thank you for agreeing to come over….. I look forward to your next meeting….. hopefully it’s not about work….
Owen thanked our host for the dinner and I retrieved my knife together with the grenade.
We walked quietly to the carpark and did not say a word, knowing full well that the walls have ears.
I started the engine in the car and we made our way out of the association.
Owen : Singapore Island country club…
Jeff : ok….
As I pulled onto the main road, Owen pulled out a scanner from his pocket the size of a mobile phone. Developed locally by our own local arms dealer, it detects all outgoing signals within a 6m radius.
The screen filled up immediately with digits and values changing spots rapidly as we moved. Every car we passed by causes the figures to change.
Turning into the small road leading to the country club a short distance away from the Japanese association, the number of signals detected began to fall.
I kept on driving and the signal kept dropping until it was left with only 3.
2 from Owen’s mobile phone and 1 from mine.
He shut it off and asked me for the grenade.
Owen : give me the fucking grenade…… I was pretty sure they would bug the car….
I handed it to him and Owen pocketed it.
Jeff : why is that so ? ..
Owen : I would do it if I were them…
Jeff : I wouldn’t…. they wanted us to trust them ….doing something like this would defeat all purpose of the meeting…
Owen gave me a raised eye brown, looking impressed.
Owen : not bad eh….
Jeff : so… what’s the play here….
Owen : Nothing…. We don’t do anything for now…
Jeff ; you serious ?
Owen :Yeah…. Not until we have more information what is going on…. We don’t want to be sent on a wild goose race by others…… and I’m not doing other people’s dirty work….
Jeff : oh…. So there’s nothing to be done…
Owen : yeap… I’ll assign someone to keep an eye on things… I need you for another project in a couple of weeks…..
Jeff : Billy briefly mentioned something about it.
Owen : The audit team is pouring through the documents we have on hand to authorise the project….. I expect the approval to come in the next few days…. The project is a bit different this time…. as in we do not know who the target it yet…
Jeff : what ? what kind of project comes without a target…..
Owen checked some messages on his phone and asked me to drop him off at Ang Mo Kio.
As we pulled back into the main road, Owen told me that details will be made known to me once the audit team is done.
Owen : I’ll be upfront… you’re not going to like this…..new project…
Jeff : when have I ever like the projects you gave me….
Owen : hey…. You almost fucking hug me that time when you had to pretend you are some big fuck staying for 2 weeks in a suite at Fullerton Hotel…..
Jeff : oh….. once then….
Owen : let not’s forget you got to fuck Pillbox at your most recent project…
Jeff : what the fuck man….. Billy told you that ?
Owen : No…. Yiling did… her mission report…. She put it in…..
Jeff ; what the fuck….. she did … why would she do that ??
Owen : I’ll let you know the exact words….. hahahah
Owen cleared his throat and pretended to speak in a whiny voice, imitating that of a woman trying to give a formal report.
Owen : “subject left me no choice but to get intimate physically in order not to arouse his suspicion “ ahhahahaha…. “ He made repeated attempts to initiate sex through subtle hints “
Jeff : fuck off…. You’re an asshole you know that ?
Owen : Yeah….. sometimes I think I am one too…… guess what…… it takes an asshole to do what I do for a living….
Owen directed me to a housing estate in the edge of Ang Mo Kio housing estate and I pulled into the carpark.
I saw 2 cars waiting for him and I stopped a distance away.
Owen told me to get ready for my next project before he left. I watched him hopped onto the waiting vehicles and they exited the carpark.
I waited stretched a little in the car seat and adjusted the knife behind my back to make the drive back home more bearable.
20th June 2013
I spent the next few days repeating the routine of a typical office worker.
A consultant so to speak.
I went to work at 8, clock in normal hours and leave work at 6pm.
Billy would be there on most days, either playing games on his computer or surfing the web with his screen orientated away from me with his headphones on.
I wanted to tell him to always check the reflective surfaces around him but I did not want to burst his cover. He looked all serious, with a finger to his mouth as if he were deep in thought going through work stuff.
The reflection on the window 2 panels down though clearly showed a woman on her knees surrounded by men while they were in a hotspring spa.
I went to the café everyday, I don’t take all my meals there but I made it a point to head there for coffee 3 times a day.
Once when I get in, once after lunch and one during tea break at about 4pm.
Within a week, I no longer need to place any orders. Lala had committed my routine to his memory and before I could get within 3 meters of the café, he has a cup of piping hot coffee waiting for me.
Xuehua will always be there during lunch, thereafter she will head off presumably for her class. Other than a polite greeting and a smile, we did not really interact and it’s for good reason.
You see, for someone as hot and pretty as Xuehua, she has no lack of suitors and admirers, many of them from the office building itself.
Within that short week or so of my new routine, I counted no less than 9 guys attempting to strike a conversation with her, and this is just during the time when I’m there. Eddy will be there watching and scrutinising each of the man talking to Xuehua with his large knife in hand.
If his bushy eyebrow is not intimating enough, the jingle of the steel bracelet around his wrist when he brings the cleaver down onto the wooden chopping board is enough to send a message across.
He would blatantly ask the men to fuck off if they are done ordering and not hold up the queue. Xuehua on the other hand, would just smile and decline each of their advances.
I even see flowers being sent to the stall, only to end up in the bin before the stall closes at the end of the day.
I tried to get a glimpse of the profile of the men that Xuehua rejects and see if I stood a chance. It’s my job to read people.
From well dressed, respectable gentlemen, to the bad boy wanna be, even a rich chap who proudly slap his car keys on the table, announcing to the whole café he drives a Lamborghini , they were all rejected.
Some of the men are pretty good looking too, Korean like hunks, boyish boyband looks, Andy lau matured man style uncles, all shape and sizes, all failed.
Xuehua is simple not interested in getting to know them beyond what they want for their lunch. Come to think of it, I must be one of the few that managed to go beyond a lunch order with her, at the expenses of having my nipples abused that is.
The more I secretly look at Xuehua, the more I felt I was infatuated with her. Not purely in a lustful way, but more of curiosity.
I want to know more about her. With time on my hands and skills that I should not be using for shit like this, I decided to challenge myself since I’m bored.
I got to the office at 4am that morning and waited a little impatiently for Leng, the security guard to activate the barrier of the carpark. He waved to me and I gave him a friendly smile.
I want to quickly get settled into position to wait for Xuehua. She says she runs every morning. I want to catch her on her run without her knowing. I want to know where she stays.
I was dressed for the job as well, in black running gear. Leng took his time, gesturing to the barrier arm of the gantry. It breaks down so often, I wonder why it’s not being replaced.
The barrier arm is held up with a mish mash of contraptions, from ropes, to wire ties. Seems to me there must be a lot of lousy drivers working in that building. The reflective stickers on the arm are peeling off at several locations and the arm drops further than intended at the free side.
I tapped my fingers on the wheel as Leng tinkered with the barrier before it came up.
I gave him a thumbs up as he nodded as if he just woke up from his sleep, sipping on a bag of coffee while keeping 1 finger on the control that raises the barrier.
I parked my car and sprung into action, pulling my cap low to hide part of my face.
Heading out into the street, I checked to make sure the coast is clear before scaling up the back of a shophouse unit and onto the flat room where the aircon compressors are standing.
It’s dark, the hum of the compressors droned on lazily. I checked the time on my watch and waited.
I remembered bumping into Xuehua around 5am previously. From where I’m positioned, I can get a good vantage view of the entrance of the office building.
The lights of the café came on and I could see Lala stretching his massive arms before stepping into the stall.
Xuehua appeared right on time. 5am man. The amount of discipline she must have to keep this up. Most girls would still be deep in lala land. Dressed in a neon pink singlet and black running tights, Xuehua entered the café and took a bottle of water from Lala.
I held my breath and sank deeper into the shadows as Xuehua stepped out into the cool breeze. I felt a stir in my privates as I look at her body. Her hairless armpits presented itself to me once again, a sudden pain in my groin confirms that my erection is pushing hard against my pants.
She checked to make sure the streets are free of cars before starting off on a brisk walk right below me.
She brisk walked for about 10 minutes up and down the 100m alley several times before breaking into a run. She turned left after reaching the end and I clamoured down the roof after her.
I cut into an alley of my left as well, mirroring a parallel path and I broke into a run.
Every junction I would pause and check to see if Xuehua is passing by.
I missed her at the 1st 2 junction and I was pretty sure I had lost her until I got to the 3rd junction and I saw her jog past about 50m away.
I continued mirroring her path until she finally turned left and started running towards me. I backtracked and let her pass before catching up on a parallel road.
I lost her and caught up with her another couple more times. I reckon she must have gone around the entire Little India district 5 times, picking up the pace each time she goes past the starting point where the office is.
Finally she slowed to a jog before walking towards a block of flats at Rowell road.
I kept a distance from her as I pretended to be your average jogger minding his own business. Xuehua stopped at a lift lobby and finished up her bottle of water. She called for the lift and entered.
I jogged briskly over and checked out the control panel.
It stopped at level 12.
I took the next lift and went up to level 11.
I paused and kept my ears open before stepping out.
It’s coming to 6am in the morning. Some households are getting tot start their day but generally it’s still pretty quiet.
I saw a wall of mist falling in front of me and the distinctive sound from the spray of a squeeze bottle.
Someone is watering their plants 1 floor above me.
I took a cautious peek out, looking at the corridor above me, there are no signs of Xuehua. There is a slim chance that the person doing the watering is her.
I held my breathe and walked as quietly as I can to the staircase and scaled it 2 steps at a time, stopping at the mid landing. My heart immediately skipped a beat as I saw the backview of Xuehua.
My cock pushed against my running shorts as I watch her bend over, her posture in the perfect doggy position as she tended to a pot of herbs she grown.
The door to her place is opened. Now I know her address.
She straightened her back and I quickly backed away down the steps. There was a bit of shuffling sound as she walked about before the snap of the metal gate.
This is sick but I enjoyed it. The perverse idea of stalking turns me on in so many ways.
I did a quick visual check and was disappointed that there are not laundry poles outside the house. Not a surprise, this neighbourhood is hardly safe to leave your things lying about.
I looked at the floor and steps I was standing on. It was littered with cigarette butts and there are drinks cans lying around.
Perhaps I’m not the only one stalking Xuehua.
I was about to head off when I heard the lift beeping to announce the arrival of the car on the 11th floor.
I froze for a second before quickly backing up the steps to level 12, praying that Xuehua don’t appear in the corridor out of the blue.
I never expected to see the figure of a man appearing at the steps shortly after. My heartbeat increased and I quickly backed up another flight of steps and observed what this man is up to.
He looked to be in his late twenties and he had shoulder length hair much like what Chen Han wei ( local celebrity ) looked like in the 1990s.
From where he is directing his eyes, I have no doubt he too came here for Xuehua.
I quickly checked the floor above me, this will be awkward if I bump into fellow stalkers.
I heard the soft slap of his slippers and I quickly scurried up another flight.
From the sound, I am pretty sure he is now outside Xuehua’s unit. Perhaps he is someone she knows after all, but why would he choose to take the lift to 1 floor below ?
Barely a few seconds later, I heard the sound of his slippers at the flight of steps below me again.
I heard the scratch of a lighter and I could smell the cigarette smoke. So he’s the one smoking outside Xuehua’s place it seems.
He must be up to something.
I went up a couple more flights of stairs and prepared to make my entry.
My intention is to head down the steps really fast, making enough sound to show that I’m not sneaking around, merely a resident trying to get fit using the steps.
I started skipping down the steps 3 at a time, my shoes tapping loudly on the concrete steps.
There was no time for the man to react.
By the time I saw him, it was too late for him to try and hide that pair of running shoes Xuehua was wearing.
He tried to put it behind his back but 1 of it dropped with a piece of accompanying sock.
I pretended not to notice and continued my way down. He must have had quite a shock as he dropped his cigarette shortly after. That fuck. He picked a good timing.
Early in the morning, residents hardly up and about, Xuehua would be likely in the shower after her run. He could have his fun with her shoes and socks before replacing them before she even realised they were gone.
It’s a old pair of running shoes with sweaty socks, she would have never guessed it would be a hot commodity among horny men.
I continued my way down to level 1 before slowly jogging back to office through the carpark.
Well, it’s a good workout.
Now I know not only Xuehua’s address, I also know there are more than 1 pervert lusting after her if I included myself to the list.
I took a shower before getting changed into my work clothes.
At 8am, I saw Xuehua appear at the café. Her hair cascaded beautifully down her back as she gave me a warm smile.
Her simple t-shirt and shorts combination really brings out the perfect tertiary student look. Her slightly discoloured flip flops only drew more attention to her flawless and smooth feet.
She had a light grey cardigan on as she briefly spoke to Lala with a A3 art folio in her hands.
I could picture her sitting somewhere, her pencil tracing the outline of her subject.
There is just something so romantic about that scene I cannot describe.
She saw me staring at her and I quickly looked away.
Xuehua made her way over and I could smell her fragrance the minute she came close.
Xuehua : hey…. Morning…
Jeff : Hi…. Morning….
She sat down in front of me and gestured to Lala for a drink. I find it hard to look at her in her face as I started stirring my coffee.
She seemed to be able to read my mind and asked me the questions I wished she hadn’t
Xuehua : do you ermm…. Not like looking at the people you talk to ? hahaha…
Jeff : me ? … no… no… I ermm.. of course not… haha…
I gave her an awkward smile as I could not help looking over to Eddy who happen to be sharpening his knife on a stone.
Xuehua : ok…. You keep averting your eyes from me…
Jeff : is it ? … no… I ermm… hahah…. I didn’t realise that…. Hahah…
Lala brought Xuehua her drinks and I tried to make some conversation. Gesturing to her A3 sketch book, I asked her what does she draw.
Jeff : You…. Ermm… like to draw ? …. What do you draw ?
Xuehua : everything…. Everything that looks nice to me.. haha.. want to see ? haha
Jeff : sure…
The moment Xuehua flipped over the 1st page of her folio, I was blown away by how beautiful the sketch is. It’s a sketch of the neighbourhood, of the typical alleyway in little India.
Jeff : wow….
I stared at the sketch without moving and Xuehua asked me what I thought about it.
There is so much depth and detail to the drawing. Besides capturing the buildings, Xuehua also drew the people and what they are doing. It’s so life like and 3 dimensional that I could almost feel myself getting sucked into the picture.
Jeff : wow… this… this is amazing …
Xuehua : hahah really ? … you’re just patronising me…hahah
Jeff : no… no… of course not… this …. This is so nice… I’ll never be able to draw like that….
Xuehua looked like she was above to close the folio but she stopped when she realised I was still looking at it intently. I was really impressed by that sketch. This is something you cannot fake.
It’s fucking beautiful.
I’m sure Xuehua could tell I’m not just saying it because it’s polite to say so.
Jeff : this is amazing man…. Wow….
All girls like to be complimented, some like it to be base on their looks and appearance and at that moment, I realised for Xuehua, she very much preferred attention to be given to what she can do rather than her appearances.
I could not resist asking her if I could see more.
Jeff : Can i…. can I flip ?
Xuehua handed the folio to me with a smile and asked me to go ahead.
Xuehua : sure… hahah…
Page after page I flipped and I was really fucking impressed by the 10th page. It felt like I was teleporting from location to location.
From the bustle of Chinatown, to the tranquility of a nature reserve. It was all there.
Every stroke of her pencil, every dash of shadow.
Xuehua : you really think it’s nice ? hahaha
Jeff : of course !! ..
I looked at her with my eye wide open and asked if the drawings are for sale.
Xuehua : hahah… are you serious ahhaa ? no one has asked me that before…
Jeff : of course I am serious !...
Xuehua squinted her eyes at me for a moment before asking me how much do I think her drawings are worth.
Jeff : they’re priceless….. but I can afford to pay 1000 for this….
I pointed to a sketch of the Singapore skyline she did.
Xuehua : wah… hahaha….. you must be doing pretty well as a consultant to offer such price hahaha…
Jeff : I’m serious !... I would pay more if…
Xuehua took over the folio and said she is just joking. The drawings are not for sale.
Xuehua : just kidding… these are not for sale hahah… it’s my own collection….
Jeff : oh… I see… haha…
I was about to extend the conversation when I saw Billy entering the lobby. He gave me a look before directly his eyes upwards, indicating that I need to head up to the office.
Shortly after, I saw Owen enter the building with a bottle of Whisky in his hands. He did not look at me but I am sure he saw me talking to Xuehua.
Xuehua : hey… Jeff…
Jeff : yes …. Yes ??
Xuehua : you seemed distracted….
She turned around to see what I was looking at.
Jeff : nothing… nothing… a colleague gestured to me…. Probably work matters…
Xuehua : oh… you need to go ?
I was reluctant to leave the table but Owen coming here could only mean work.
Jeff : ermmm..well… yeah…i…… erm…. i…..errmmm… i…
Xuehua looked at me with a smile on her face, waiting for me to spit out what I want to say.
She probably has an idea of what I want.
These are what guys ask for right.
I could see her keeping her folio, getting ready for a polite rejection as she looked down at her coffee but I’m not your average guy.
I want more than a coffee date and a movie.
Xuehua : yes ? … what is it ? … hahaha….
Jeff : can you draw me ?
Xuehua’s eyes lit up for a moment and I could see she was shocked. She probably expected me to say oh hi, maybe we should do coffee again, or I want to buy her dinner and look at her folio but no.
She did not expect this.
Xuehua : wow… hahahha….i did not expect this.. hahaha… you’re serious ? haha
Xuehua : wow… this is one of the best pick up line anyone has ever used on me… hahaha…
Jeff : what makes you think I’m trying to pick you up ?
Xuehua smiled and gave me a look from the corner of her eye.
Xuehua : because I read minds…. Hahha.
It was a tensed 30 seconds as she looked at me while I said nothing. I could see she was considering what I asked.
Xuehua : I’ll draw you on one condition….
Jeff : what ?
Xuehua : tell me what were you thinking of when you asked me to draw you….. be honest !! hahaha ..
I told her the 1st thing that came to my mind was the scene in titanic when Jack was drawing Rose.
Xuehua laughed so hard that Eddy looked over. I turned and I could see Eddy now sharpening his knife with the block in his hand more vigorously.
Xuehua : but you can’t draw hahah….
Jeff : but you can…
Xuehua laughed and shook her head, clearly amused with my request.
Jeff : I’m… I’m not suggesting we do something like that you know… I ermm…
Xuehua chuckled and said ok.
Xuehua : ok…. I’ll draw you… hahaha… but it will be something….. casual…candid…when you are not expecting it….. that’s the only way you can capture the essence of that moment…. Haha..
Jeff : ok…sure… haha…
Her eyes lingered a second longer on me before she gets up with her folio.
Xuehua : see you Jeff… hahaha…
I finished my drink and went up to office with a smile on my face.
Billy : Happy… happy…. Eh….
Owen : don’t shit where you eat Jeff….. I’ve said all I can say about things like this…
Jeff : don’t worry…. All is good…
Owen opened the bottle of whisky, a 12 year old this time. The standard for a straightforward project and poured each of us a glass.
Billy : Something interesting ?
Billy pointed to the folder Owen’s arm is resting on.
Owen : yes….
Jeff : come…. Let’s hear it…..
Owen opened the folder and pushed across the documents. The expressions on both Billy and my face changed, growing solemn immediately as we tried to make sense of what is in front of us.
I looked back up at Owen and he nodded his head in confirmation.
Owen : Yes……
The words came out softly from Billy’s mouth as if he too could not believe what he was seeing.
Number 17 in terms of project ranking.
Billy : One of ours….
Continue to part 2 here