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“The list of the personnel that I give you is notorious, so bear with caution. Your safety is the sure thing you will need. I do not want anything to be exposed. I do not want any media or paparazzi that will chase us or our subject. I want it discreetly. However, reserve that guy for me.”
Her eyes glazed upon the folder with a few mugshots. The grin that hints in her eyes is sweet yet murderous. Hence hate cannot be seen in her. Mc Gregor, Franzlie the youngest daughter of Arthur Mc Gregor.
“I want reports at my table by tomorrow afternoon when I get back here. There are important matters I need to attend to. And before I forget one of our shipments to my project is coming. I want you to supervise it so that no one will cut off the delay of the said shipment. Monitor the tracking itself and report it to me when it comes.”
Taking a stand as she picks up her blackish-gray trench coat after the instruction that she had stated to them. Franz strolls out to the basement with her subordinate.
History is written in their name. They are the oldest and the grandest mafia generation that set up at the Southern Silla. Hence, their name has not been tarnished for their good reputation. From the time founded and raised excellence and arduous work, add up dedication among people and towards others is the vision and mission of the organization. However, there are times that are blinded by greed and hunger for power. Yet, punishment awaits anyone that breaks the rule.
Her features resemble her father's. Arthur Mc Gregor a business tycoon that owns half of the multimillion-dollar businesses around the globe. Yet, her youngest daughter Franzlie Mc Gregor loves to hang out at an orphanage. She is jovial seeing kids that run from here to there. Playing among them and telling stories during siesta hour.
“Hey, be careful. You may get hurt from running.” The attention of the little boys and girls has been called and gathered around her. A beam of a smile flashes upon her beautiful face. She is twenty-seven turning twenty-eight in the coming months.
“Miss Franz, are we invited to your party on your birthday?” The little girl asked her innocently while staring at her.
Franzlie winked at the little child and replied, “of course, you are all invited to my party, it is an honor to have you there.” She ruffled the hair of the little girl as the girl ran inside the hall and announced the great news to her fellow orphan. Contentment and bliss filled her heart seeing the kid’s jovial faces. Pure innocence speaks through their eyes.
A girl in the pink dress mutters “I’ll present a piece that I’ve been practicing for a month as a gift for Miss Franz birthday. Although, I have a feeling she would love it or not.” A melancholy voice mumbles her feelings.
A kid beside her encourages her to play the piece. “Hey, surely Miss Franz will love how you play the piano for her. So, don’t be sad”
The little girl beams a smile and nods at him. On the other side few teenage boys and girls that they call themselves as Movers, are doing choreography for a dance number.
“We are ready to rock the dance floor for Miss Franz's birthday and we would like her to join us at the end of the number.”
“Mine will be the flowers that bloom on my flower beds. They are all ready for harvest.” The tan teenager in blue and white clad replied. “And there are a few more things at the plant beds that are already for harvesting, I will add them up for Miss Franz.”
That is softer of her. As the heir of the said organization, she keeps her profile low. So, it is not a hassle for her to go places. Although her father does not agree with her. Fatherly instinct always comes for her safety.
“Papa, I’m old enough to oversee myself. I am not the lame girl that I used to be like before so, chill nothing will happen to me. A driver and a chaperone are fine with me.” She says it directly to her father.
Her father Arthur just shakes his head upon hearing what she had stated. “I’m not content with what you’re asking for. And I am thinking further for your own safety. You know I can’t trust someone for your safety” her father explained.
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