Mafia And Me
LAST DAY OF RENA

 “You're late one men—”

Evans' eyeballs were rounded wide, with words hanging when he saw Alea's current appearance.

“Where are you going?”

Evans stared angrily, the woman wearing ivory cotton trousers and also in a black short shirt and a long black outer plus cats shoes standing in front of Evans.

“I didn't take you on vacation, Alea! I'm taking you somewhere!”

Alea looked at her own appearance, from her appearance instead of her clothes this was polite right? Then where is his fault.

“Say you'll take me somewhere. I don't know where that place is. Is there a name, right, Mr?”

Evans clucked his tongue. “This outfit of mine looks polite too.it doesn't hurt right?”

Alea smiled at the sheet of her thoughts suddenly holy-society. “Are you going to take me on vacation to the beach, sir? I read on the internet the beach in Naples is so beautiful.”

“Ck! Holiday in a dream. Replace!” tell Evans, hard.

Alea snorted softly, then looked at the annoying sip ria in front of him. “Terasu. Like do not like it or not want me to go with this outfit.”

Gigi Evans scrawled. “I don't have proper clothes to go. There are only a few t-shirts and also nightgowns, you also know my stuff is not?”

Evans breathed long and tired. He was forced to bring Alea with a raspy appearance.

The clothes that Alea had raised were all cheap clothes not branded at all, but she saw that there was something different about the foolish woman.

“As far as you are, wear anything. Bikini wear too!” evans was lazy to argue.

He had not had much time to argue with Alea's clothes, he walked while Alea followed directly where the master was going.

Now Alea and Evans arrived at the main mansion where there was already Mika standing waiting for her master.

The two women walked side by side and followed Evans' footsteps until the two got into a car that was certainly different from Evans.

Alea was in the back car along with Mika. Since the last incident, Alea and Mika have never spoken.

What else if the two met in the kitchen, Mika always left whenever there was Alea there.

“Newly this time I was in the hell of Black Rose. I just saw Napoli as beautiful as this,” Alea said slowly, but was heard by Mika who sat next to him.

“Actually where are you taking me, Mika? And what new tasks should I do?” aela asked, looking at Mika.

“Do I have to flirt with men again as I have?”

“Why don't you ask your master directly, hmm?”

Alea turned to the side with frowning lips, seemingly asking Mika that was the same, the woman did indeed resemble her master.

“If your master answers, I won't ask you and I'm sure you'll already know first right?”

Mika shook her shoulders not knowing, for she did not know at all what reason led Evans to bring Alea back out.

“Mika..”.

“I don't know, Alea. He didn't say anything. Do you think I'm a psychic who knows the mind of your master, hmm?”

“Ah, she is also your master Mika. Very annoying sir!” sahut Alea's.

Before long, the four cars had stopped at a high iron gate painted in deep green. Alea was curious, he could not see the outside.

“Old factory?” said Alea.

Alea looked back at Mika. “For what your master brought me to this factory, Mika?”

“I told you I don't know!”

Alea turned his face again, there were already some people standing in front of an office and lined up neatly, everyone welcomed the arrival of Evans Colliettie.

Alea rushed down and stood together with Mika, while the person in front opened the back door and Evans appeared.

“Good morning, Mr. please,” said someone.

Alea guessed that the young man was one of the confidants. But, wait. Is this one of Evans' businesses?

But what did that mafia do with this old factory?

‘What Evans makes illegal weapons? Or he's producing illegal drugs in the building tau it, or...’.

“Come in. Don't daydream and don't mind the no-no Alea,” said Mika as she jolted the foolish woman from her daydream.

He knew what the foolish woman had just daydreamed. Alea nodded and went back to following Mika while Evans was already at the front along with the young man.

“You've gathered everyone?” ask Evans.

“Already, Sir. All are in the meeting room.”

‘What is this? Is there a problem with this old building?’

‘Oh, jeez. I was wondering what kind of business that guy was running in this old building.

Alea's vegetables eavesdropped on the two men's conversation even though they spoke Italian. Alea understood, what other Italian he knew what was being discussed.

“Mr Colliettie, please.”

Evans as usual never responded well to the form of greeting people. The man just kept quiet and stared in response.

“Oh. So this building is factory?” inner Alea. From what was discussed the young man who showed the presentation Alea understood the graph of the factory.

“So this factory went bankrupt.”

“I'll close this factory!” said Evans, relax.

Alea in front there looked at the devil's face, don't ask Evans' expression was always cold and flat. The look in his eyes made people afraid.

But there is something different view. He didn't know Evans had an old factory with his halal business.

It seemed, Alea could not believe that the handsome creepy Evans was a Ceo. The old factory company.

The cries of everyone balking loudly made Alea wake up from her daydream. As it turns out, the words of Evans who wanted to close this old factory were rejected by many people.

“This factory is the source of our livelihood for something rice, Mr. please do not close,” exclaimed a worker behind the door.

“How about you Mr Director?” Evans asked the man who had been standing up to deliver his presentation.

“Can't you give us this one more chance, sir? I ask for trust, Sir.

"I hope Mr. Evans will support more funds for the progress and development of our factory. When closed, pity the many people who depend on this factory,” he said.

Evans took a deep breath while thinking with both eyes looking at the small room containing many people. There's been a lot of money spent on injecting these old factory funds. But all this time the results were nil.

“I'm tired of listening to that. There have been no results all along, right? A year, two years I monitor its development there is no improvement that there continues to decline!” said Evans.

“For the last time, Sir. I'm sure I can cope with the difficult times of this factory!”

‘Duh. I think Evans is usually just a doang shootout. Kill there kill here, but the appearance this time is so cool,’ Alea murmured inwardly, not to lose both eyes look at the man's style of speech.

It didn't look at all that behind that handsome face, he was a dangerous man.

“Ck! Hm chance? I'm tired of listening to Lucas! What are you doing with my factory until it's almost bankrupt?”

Lucas just looked down. Evans just left the meeting and moved to his office, which was spoken by Mika and Alea.

Lucas stood facing Evans, again. He will fight for the last time.

Actually Evans knew the ability of the young man who was good at business so he left this factory to Lucas. Suddenly the man was a lot of silence where there was in his factory, of course, there was someone who acted.

“Actually I know you already know why my factory became like this. Are you going to stay quiet with the rats that gnaw my factory hm?”

“I'm sorry, Mister,” Lucas said with his head down.

“You—“ show Evans a dumb woman who looks dreamy.

Mika nudged Alea's arm so that the woman would not daydream much in this precarious state.

“Hm?” aela replied, looking at Mika.

“Master called you, not me,” replied Mika while whispering.

Alea was like a fool looking to the left right where the master from the front looked at him nyalang.

“You daydream, hmm?”

 “I'm sorry, Mr.” Evans snorted softly, not knowing what the foolish woman was thinking. Is that stupid woman planning to run away?

“He will help you in this factory and I will re-inject funds so that this factory will rise again.”

Lucas smiled happily. “But there is one condition.”

“If in three months the result remains the same. You—”

Evans tightened his jaw with his eyes staring fiercely at the young man in front of him.

“Dead in my own hands. You understand Lucas?!”

With a single pull, Lucas nodded in understanding. “Prepare a will right now for your family before you die in my hands. I know this is not going to work,” Evans said.

Alea could only remain silent with a trembling body. So, this is the new assignment Evans gave her. He had to help the man named Lucas to start the old factory on the verge of bankruptcy.

The question is, can Alea recover this old factory?