“Long time no see, Isao”, said the leader of Itsuro clan.

“Indeed”, replied Isao.

“Yoshio has already told you, right? I am in need of your quick fingers, what do you say?”

“What’s the deal?”

“You go get something that is stuck in the damn XX building and I will pay you fifty thousand, you up for that?”

“I will do it only if you add five more thousand to it”

“Ah! Well. . . what can I do? You will have what you ask.”

“It’s a deal then.”

Isao shook the leader’s hand and grinned at Yoshio.

Back at the XX building Kazan frowned and said, “What’s with all this buzzle?”

His manager replied, “The President is having a meeting with his securities.”

“Why so sudden?”

“Didn’t you hear about the auction? They say the President bought a rare and expensive gem. The best part is that the mafia is after it, but I don’t know how much of that is true.”  

“Nonsense!”

*********

It wasn’t unusual to see Kazan sitting up late at night especially with the busy season around the corner. Nonetheless, Kazan’s manager said, “It’s late, Kazan. Are you not going to leave?”

“I have some papers to work on… you can leave first.”, Kazan said without looking up.

“Will you be alright alone?”

“What kind of a question is that?”

“No…It’s because of the auction and- “

“That was a silly story!”

“It was silly because I mistook a document for a gem”

“Huh?”

“Apparently, the President bought a place that was confiscated from a mafia guy. No wonder he’s after it.”

Kazan sighed deeply, “I have work to do,” with that he shooed his manager away.

It was midnight when Kazan finally looked up from his papers to stretch his neck, he muttered, “I will take the day off tomorrow…” as he got up to leave. He packed his things, locked his cabin and started to walk down the main corridor when he suddenly stopped on his heels as he forgot to bring his reference materials that he had left with the President, so he turned around to retrieve them.

It was midnight when Isao snuck up the main corridor of the XX building with Yoshio shouting the whereabouts of the guards into his ears through an ear piece.

“Where now?”, Isao asked, eying the deserted corridor with his sharp eyes that was very used to dark.

“Go left and take the first right from there. There are two security guards on either of your side.”, said the earpiece.

Isao hid behind a massive pillar and waited till the security guard passed and made his way into and up a ventilation hole. He was soon over the ceiling of the President’s room in which he knew the documents rested. Isao unscrewed the grill carefully and lowered his body into the room from the ceiling. He landed with a thud.

“AHHHH! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! SECURITY!”

Isao straightened up and looked at the owner of the startled words to see a very handsome man in his early twenties with insanely beautiful violet eyes, which were now wide with fright. He dropped a pile of papers that he was holding. Isao quickly learnt that he was standing between the door and the man, blocking him from it.

“Isao? Is something wrong?”

“A scum bag saw me.”