56 Don't like being kept in the dark

Aisha was feeling hot underneath the office clothes that hugs her figure perfectly, and the stockings feel so itchy in her legs, it's driving her mad. She wants to wear a shorts! She wants to wear a crop top! Who in the world would wear a long sleeved shirt, a thick coat, a pencil skirt, and a white stockings, in this hot weather!?

Nancy is a detective, not an office girl! Aisha was so mad that she had the impulse to go back to her manor and talk some "fashion" sense into her.

When in fact, Aisha was the one in need to have a talk about real fashion.

"Hold. Your I.D., please." Aisha raised her brow at the police before fishing out Nancy's identity document and handed it to the police.

The police nodded before giving it back to her. "Ms. Marple, Mr. Augustus is waiting for you." The police led her to Augustus office before leaving her.

Aisha knocked two times before entering when she heard him mutter a soft "come in". She saw him leaning in his swivel chair and had a tobacco in between his lips. Aisha scrunched her brows at the thick fog and smell of tobacco, it seems that he was smoking for quite awhile now.

If he didn't die in the hands of the mafiosi then failure of lungs will surely kill him, Aisha thought, her hands waving as she tried to get rid of the smoke in her face.

"Ms. Nancy, I heard from Detective Penber that you are poisoned. Are you okay now?" Augustus asked as soon as Aisha entered the room, not minding her obvious disgust at the smell. According to his investigation, Nancy hate the smell of smoke, she even forced Detective Penber to quit smoking, and it seems she really hate it.

"It was just a mild poison, the hospital are able to detoxify it." Aisha answered, going to the small window behind Augustus, opens it and let the smoke leave the room through the opening of the window. "I don't want to tell you about it as you might mock me for being a weakling."

Augustus raised his brow at her, watching her as she snatched the tobacco in his mouth and smashing it against the ashtray. Aisha took out a clean handkerchief, wipe her hand before settling in the love seat sofa.

This woman is indeed quite bold and daring, just how everyone describes her, but why do I have this feeling that there's more to it? She exude that dangerous and domineering attitude, as if she was above the mortals and they have to bow and worship her? Augustus was confused, he didn't know why he have this uneasy feeling within him.

No one can blame Augustus for his thoughts, no matter how hard Aisha tries to conceal it, every actions, every words, it screams Alpha female. The attitude of being the most attractive, powerful and domineering woman is in her blood.

Aisha let out a cough and Augustus realized that he was staring at her for quite awhile now. Coughing, he said, "Let's talk about the situation at hand." Augustus ignored her remark, and pulls out a stock of documents. He was about to start when Aisha raised her hand at him.

"First, I just want to lay out my humble requests. Since we're going to work together, it's best for us to know our likes and dislikes so as to avoid future arguments. In return, I will also fulfill your requests."

Augustus stared at her for a couple of seconds before responding, "Very well." He made a "go" gesture at her.

"I only have three request. One; never meddle with my private affairs, such as where I live, etc., two; I don't like it when someone spies on me, and don't bother hiding it, I already know, three; I don't like the smell of tobaccos, cigarettes, and the likes, so it will be best to control your urge to smoke in my presence. Are we clear?"

"Crystal." Augustus nodded, not a bit surprised that Aisha knows that he had her investigated, and had someone to follow her. If not, then why will Aisha throw her small pad at them?

Aisha feigned a satisfied look on her face, crossing her leg over the another before leaning on the backrest. "Your turn."

"I only have one request and that is to do your best---"

"And don't be a burden to you, I know." Aisha scoff at him.

"Good. Is there anything else?"

"None." Aisha waved her hand.

"Then, let's start." Augustus gave her a clip files, and Aisha realized it was a detailed information about Stan, she was curious and slightly shock because even Stan's information being a mafia was there.

Where did Augustus get this information? Nikos had removed all the traces of all his mafiosi employee being a mafioso. Is it possible that Augustus gets all this information from another traitor?

"This is all Stan's information, while in the other folder was Sol's information."

Aisha opened the other folder and was shocked at the contents of it. Other than a highschool graduate and a normal employee working in the casino, there was no information about him being a mafioso.

So why is Stan's information exposed but Sol wasn't?

"Can I ask you something, Mr. Augustus. Detective Penber once said to me that gathering informatio about a mafia is close to impossible because all their information is disclosed by the Boss of the famiglia. So, where did you get Stan's information?"

Augustus was silent, debating to himself whether to tell her or not.

"Mr. Augustus, if you don't want me to hinder your legs, then it's best for you to tell me all the information you have. At least, in that way, I can help you to the utmost of my skills," Aisha's calm but bold demeanor suddenly turned sharp. "Also, I would like to add one thing in my request... I don't like it when I'm being kept in the dark."

Both Aisha and Augustus stared right each other, neither of them are speaking. After awhile, Augustus sigh in helplessness.

Could it be...!?

"It was Stan Gil, the victim who got killed yesterday."