Ken leaned against a rusted pillar, yawning, looking at the distance sea, smocking.
burst. Then came A deafening, metallic crash.
Ken jump
"What the...?"
Kingpig and his crew , Rony and his men, swinging hockey stick , bats, the wood cracking against bone
"I wanna go home" he groan.
Ken took one last, long drag of his cigarette and dropped the butt into a puddle, sighed, "Who will get the truck?!" his voice flat. holding the phone
"Haaa... Lina!!"
line cut
He redial.
"Linaaa !!! "
"I'm your boss!"
Call me Boss!!"
"Aaah, Mommy," Ken groaned, leaning back as a stray piece of wood flew past his head. "Just give me the truck numbers. Don't hang up. We're in a bad situation here—can't you hear the shouting?"
"I already gave them to Monny!" Lina snapped.
Ken looked over " looks like he's sleeping on the ground..." Ken said dryly.
"Owweee!" Ken's voice sliced through the roar of the crowd. Grabbed a member of Kingpig's crew. "That's the truck! See it? blue green, 8777. Match it with this paper.
The long-haired man stared at him for a second, then gave a sharp nod.
" drive it out—Boss's orders! Can you drive?!" Ken shout
The man didn't listen, just run towards it.
"Good. Go!"
Ken pivoted, dodging a swinging pipe. "Oweee, Ronny! You need to drive a truck! Now!"
"Shut the fuck up, kid!" Rony roared, his hockey stick cracking against a blue-shirt's ribs.
Ken stepped in, delivering a kick to a worker lunging at Rony's side. "Boss's orders! Hurry!" He thrust another slip of paper into Rony's hand. "I'm taking Monny to the other one. Yours is 7773, right beside that tree.
" I don't need any paper " he threw it, move towards the tree.
Ken dropped to the ground, hooking his arms under the semi-conscious Monny, sliding his weight across the pitch. shout, "Kingpig! Over here!"
A man from Rony's crew rushed over to help Ken lift Monny. Kingpig lumbered toward them, breathing like a bull. Ken pointed toward the edge of the lot. "0909. The red truck. Go, both of you! I'm coming right behind you."
Ken look at the man, "Go! And shout to the rest—tell them to fall back toward the moving trucks!"
The man nodded and began to scream, "Fall back! Pull back to the trucks!"
As the crew scrambled toward the vibrating engines, a few of Kingpig's men reached into their belts.
They threw something. with a series of sharp pops, thick, gas began to engulf the surroundings.
The ground vibrated as the massive engines turned over, The first truck roared past Ken, then the second.
He started to move.
the third truck passed, Ken was in a full sprint, His lungs burning,
the doors are shut
He run. He run and run.....
Suddenly, the passenger door swung wide open
He ran faster, almost reaching it. Would he be able to get onto it? It was so far, so high above.
Then, a hand gripped him.
He entered ; his breath caught. They were laughing. Ronny shouted with joy, "Good job, champ!"
PRODUCTION HOUSE
Lina stood in the center of the production house., a cigarette on her fingers. Workers were hauling out heavy boxes, film cameras, sound equipment, and racks of colorful, costumes.
A young woman hurried over, clutching a stack of film canisters. "We found these in the safe!"
"Put them in the pile," Lina said, her eyes beaming.
Ma'am, what about these costumes?" another girl asked, holding up a sequined dress.
"Burn them."
"Maaaam! Maaaaam!!" Suddenly, a high-pitched shout cut through the noise.
"Maya, what is it?" Lina turned, a weary smile tugging at her lips.
The furniture, Ma'am! Should we burn it too?!" Maya pointed at a heap of expensive, plush furniture with manic excitement.
Aaaaah," Lina sighed, rubbing her temple but her trademark smirk returned. As you wish, dear."
Maya let out a cry of joy and ran toward the pile
A young man stepped up beside Lina. He was dressed in a sharp, full suit, his eyes sharp behind clear glasses. He watched the flames begin to lick at the wood. "I'll cover it "
"Thanks, Lemon!"
He adjusted his glasses, his smirk never fading. "It's Liam."
"Same thing," Lina replied, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
Liam's expression turned serious. "I heard your in deep trouble. No shipments in months. Trucks are blocked, ports are sealed, and the routes are dead. Your workers are switching sides. Who's going to cover that? "
"The children in your foundation are going to face hard times without that cash flow." he added
Lina flicked her ash, her smirk widening. "Your 'gift' is in my car, Take, until I send her to the right place "
Liam went silent but kept smiling, You'll need my help." He turned and walked
"Huh, maybe !! " she's looking at the flame, slowly engulfing the whole, the costumes, the furniture, the walls, the ceilings.
At Wedding
Raymond took Lilian's hand, leading her into the center of the dance floor, They moved with a practiced grace, spotlight catching the diamonds in her hair for a moment
With a flourish, Raymond spun her away, gently pushing her toward the waiting arms of her groom.
As they drifted apart, . She extended her arms back toward her father, her lips moving in a silent, exaggerated plea: "Don't let me go!" a playful, dramatic performance
, Raymond's own hand stretching out as if trying to catch her, Raymond played along, his face a burst of heartbreak
They reached for one another, their fingertips barely missing, until the groom finally swept her away into the next turn.
The room erupted. Everyone laughed, clapped...
A man in a dark suit stepped through the crowd, He pushed past the laughing guests, reaches Raymond's side.
"Sir," he whispered, leaning in close, "you have a phone call.
Raymond didn't even look at him. He was still watching Lilian, her dance
"Not now!" he snapped
"It's urgent, sir. Very urgent."
He slowly lowered his glass and took the phone. The second he pressed it to his ear, the color drained from his eyes.
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Lina drifted from shop to shop, her movements fluid, She moved through the high-end boutiques, piling up silk dresses.
Lipsticks in shades of bruised plum, sharp eyeliners, and Italian leather shoes. A new designer bag hung from her arm.
"Give me those earrings," She stopped at a jewelry counter.
She held them up to her ear, tilting her head to catch the light in the mirror.
"Mmmm," she whispered to her own reflection. "Sexy."
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The mustache sneezed while holding the wine glass, " when the MP will arrived ?! "
The old man dazed " in a minute "
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Lina moves through the crowd, passing the riot of noise—laughter, the clinking of crystal, and the high, sweet melody of the violins behind.
Inside room :
Raymond stands before a gold-rimmed mirror, tense face, splashing water
The door clicks.
Lina enters.
"Ladies' washroom is to the left," says dismissively, doesn't even look at..
"I know." smirking
"What—?" confused, starts to turn_collapses into the ground.
She's holding the syringe.
"haaaah", sigh, " too much work to cover "
Lina is pushing a large, heavy service trolley through the center of the wedding hall. Guests move aside, some confused, some laughing.
MP's car arrived, the crowd moving towards the main entrance.