Saturday, 9:33 AM
(Third-Person Pov)
Akira sat squarely in his executive chair, completely absorbed in the surveillance clip Asher had hand-delivered earlier that morning.
Visually, Akira was the furthest thing from an imposing mob boss. Standing a mere 5'5", he was bald-headed and carried a distinctly soft, thickset build. The luxury of his executive life had settled squarely around his waistline, giving him a noticeable, rounded belly that stretched the fabric of his custom-tailored dress shirts.
On his tablet, he watched the playback of Karen accepting the briefcase containing a million dollars from Tom.
Akira let out a sharp, mocking scoff. "Tsk... pathetic. Attempting to buy your freedom from a lion's jaws? What an absolute waste of paper."
He tapped the spacebar to pause the frame right on Karen's manic face. He raised a hand, slowly scratching at the sparse, uneven patches of stubble sprinkled across his slightly chubby chin. A dark glint entered his eyes.
