SUBTLE PLEASURE, Just say yes!

Chapter 5

HAPPY READING

Pamir Carppo vs Cambilly Spencer

Change is coming.

Subtle Pleasure, just say yes.

Pamir Carppo POV

"It has come to my attention," Pamir stated, turning to face the men in his presence.

Ten of Pamir's men, including his capo, were seated in front of his desk in his office, which was situated in a forty-story high-rise building across town in South Square, with the pristine ocean as their backdrop. Even though it was late, they were going over the second half of the new manager's presentation for his legitimate business. Pamir had no tolerance for mistakes and demanded perfection at all times, despite the fatigue he and his men were experiencing. He was cold and calculating in any pursuit so he made sure the presentation was flawless.

He can also be described as a very demanding perfectionist with no patience at all. He ensured that all tasks were completed.

His territory was also on his agenda that evening. Pamir was extremely vigilant, keeping track of all of his interests. And if his gut pricked him, he would feel every nick and it was becoming a source of frustration for him.

In retrospect, Pamir Carppo could be described as a heartless bastard in his business; he was spoiled and had to get his way, even if it meant hurting others. He was therefore concerned about what was happening there when he learned that his territory was being invaded.

It was common knowledge that the Carppo family ruled the city and that defying them would have dire repercussions, even death. Pamir took it all personally as well.

Pamir retrieved the final folder from the stack atop his desk and positioned it before Tim.

When Tim looked up at him, he scowled.

"For how long?" With a shake of his head, Tim asked, pointing out that it should never have happened.

"I am not sure, but records of activities exist." "This mess has to be put to bed," Pamir uttered.

Daniel's face brightened when Tim gave him the folder. He was a prepared son of a b***h, and he had a trigger finger. A bigger son of a b***h than Pamir.

Pamir was confident that Paul and Daniel would complete the task on time if he ever required it.

"Done!" exclaimed Daniel, standing up and turning over his coat. He did not need to be told because he understood the assignment.

"Every detail about those bastards," Pamir stated.

"Yes, sir," Daniel replied.

Pamir gave Daniel the order, "Take Paul and Jordan."

"Make sure it is clean," he instructed John, who followed suit after dismissing his men.

"Yes, boss," John said and turned to leave.

As soon as they were by themselves, Tim said, "We do not need that kind of attention right now."

"That is ridiculous; its our territory and maintaining strict control over it is necessary for the greater good. If that requires some attention, then so be it. Screw that." Pamir scowled.

"All I am saying is that with the merger—"

"Enough already!" Pamir lost patience with Tim and silenced him. The fact that a crew dared to enter his domain and start setting up infuriated him. Pamir wanted to shut that s**t down himself, but he had bigger fish to fry, as it were, and more important things to attend to.

That put an end to it. The two men boarded the elevator and exited the building silently.

It was, to put it mildly, irritating for Pamir that his capo was constantly questioning him lately. especially considering all of his other commitments.

He was very well respected by his men for his creativity, toughness, intelligence, loyalty, and commitment. Primarily, his instincts had always served him well, so he did not need this at all.

Pamir, Tim, and two additional men waited in two different cars at the connecting alley behind Pearl's dinner in the stillness of the night. His focus was constantly on work, and he made sure he had everything covered.

Pamir was not bothered that they were running a few minutes late. Usually, he arrives on time every time.

However, he felt a genuine surprise of excitement when he realized where he was doing his pick-up. The instant he parked, it took all of his frustration away.

He took out his binoculars and instinctively took it to his eyes without pausing to consider. He observed her movements through the vertical lettis vent at the top of the wedge window, her fingers skillfully changing positions as they moved the pen between them. He imagined her hands to be soft because of how delicately she handled them while serving her clients. Her clothes were all wrong for her, and she did not appear scared as she looked over her shoulder at the person behind the counter. Pamir imagined her smelling nice, like an expensive fragrant shampoo or body wash. She scribbled on her notepad, biting her lip with concentration. She was doing her best to concentrate on her task as she moved from table to table. "She looked tired," he said aloud, surprised at how well she moved despite the dark circles under her eyes and the tired expression on her face. Unaware of its origin or purpose, Pamir's thoughts had been consumed by her constantly.

It disturbed him because it felt odd to him.

He had even had dreams about her, those soft eyes staring back at him, holding her in ways that, to be honest, shocked the living daylights out of him. He had quietly said things to her that she had never heard before in those dreams, making her blush with subtle pleasure...

His imagination ran wild so help him God.

"Whom?" When Tim questioned, Pamir was, to put it mildly, taken aback.

Even though she was not his type, he could not help but find himself drawn to her. He wanted her, had dreams about her, and then obtained the file on her.

"I said that aloud?" he inquired, and Tim chuckled. He never interfered in Pamir's personal affairs, but he was aware that he was pampered and that people saw him as cruel and unforgiving. Even if he cared, he was not considered to give of himself what others might require. It was always what he wanted, and he did not care about how it affected others.

"She seemed nice," Tim said as silence enveloped them in the dark alley. Even though Tim believed so, he knew Pamir would never give a girl like that a second glance.

"It appears so?" Pamir spoke casually. He could not care less about how she appeared; she just kept surprising him, blowing him away to the point where he wanted to see her more and do brazen things to her despite the fact that she was married woman.

"Even if her husband was a scumbag," Tim said, attempting to shift the mood in the car. Pamir was not only his best friend, but also his cousin, and despite their occasional disagreements, Tim disliked it when they did. So he tried to start a conversation to lighten the mood.

"Look, Pamir..." He exhaled. "That crew should have been on Heat's radar from the beginning.

Pamir remained silent, listening... watching.

"It is his job, but he acts recklessly. "And you are aware of this."

"I have a lot riding on this," Pamir said, taking the binoculars away from his face.

"Weak security was detrimental to business." Tim emphasized.

"Not to worry, change is coming," Pamir stated, and Tim nodded. Pamir was aware that a few men could do a far better job of running security. Heat, however, was family, albeit a weak one. He was loyal to a fault and had a wealth of information, so in order to keep the structure intact and avoid having outsiders at the helm of his operations, he appointed Heat as head of security, despite the fact that he was as inept as a blunt blade, and Pamir wondered if they were even related at times.

Pamir took out his phone and texted everyone that there was an urgent meeting first thing tomorrow when it rang between his fingers.

"Speak," Pamir rasped after a few seconds of silence from the caller on the other end of the line. He just breathed on the line like a creep.

"It is me... Raymond," the caller finally said after a few minutes of deliberating what he wanted to say and what needed to be said. Raymond knew who Pamir was and how he behaved, and he was careful not to upset him.

"It took you long enough, Raymond. I was beginning to wonder."

"Raymond, again?" Tim inquired, taking the binoculars, and Pamir nodded in response.

"Sir, I... I..." Raymond stuttered.

"I can make him an example," Tim remarked and Pamir held up a finger. Taking the cue, Tim put the binoculars up to his face and ignored the remaining talks. Tim was pleasantly surprised by what he saw through the dinner wedge. The ginger-haired beauty leaned over the counter, smiling as the other woman spoke to her. Radiant, he thought.

"Since you are calling hours into our meeting, I am assuming you want to reschedule," Pamir explained, and Tim cleared his throat.

"Not perse," Raymond replied quickly after hearing everything Tim said.

Pamir inhaled sharply before delivering his powerful blow. "I do not engage in last-minute negotiations."

"Sir..." Raymond tried to reason, knowing that Pamir would never renegotiate. It has contributed to the success of his business, and he has never played games in business.

"11:00 PM sharp, back hally of the dinner, I'll see you there."

"I am afraid I will-"

"When did I open this conversation up for discussion?" Pamir interrupted him.

"You are aware of my expectations, and I have always been a reasonable man," Pamir explained.

Of course, Raymond was aware of what it meant to work for Pamir Carppo. He expected perfection, down to the last detail.

Anyone who crossed the Pamir Carppo was in danger of their life too. It was not a rumor, but a fact. Anyone who had heard of him knew, including the men who did business with him, and they did not ignore it, unless they wanted to die. Especially when he wanted what was his, and there were no negotiations about that.

Pamir Carppo was not a simple man in any sense of the word, not even when he wore dark shades, steel-toe boots, and a perpetual smirk on his adonis face, but he thought of himself that way.

"Boss, my client has not made good on his return, putting me in this position," Raymond explained.

"Do I need to reassign with your client, Tel Raymond?"

"No, sir, Jared has been a problem from the beginning, and it is only getting worse."

"I heard this excuse last time. Take collaterals, or do I have to do it myself?"

"Sir, he has nothing to offer. "Everything he has falls short of expectations."

Pamir remained silent, evidently contemplating Raymond's words. Hope bubbled up in Raymond's chest. He knew no one had ever crossed Pamir Carppo and gotten away with it, and he did not want to risk his life or limbs.

"Because I am a reasonable man, take his wife."

There was dead silence on the other end. Reymond had seen him ruthless in business and relentless in negotiations, but he had never seen the smug-sounding bastard on the other end of the line. Of course, he was fully aware that he was not a forgiving man.

"But sir-" Raymond said, perplexed by the entire conversation.

"Reasonable, don't you think?" Pamir spoke.

"Sir?" Raymond replied.

"Take. His. Wife." were Pamir's final words, and Tim's eyes widened.