Ali A. Sheikh

"Sir, Vincent Leonardo has been brought to the main quarters," John said entering Ali's office abruptly, breaking the steady silence of the dim office.

The voice broke Ali's trance, as he closed the document he was reviewing and shut his laptop screen. He looked up and pinned his coat.

"The car's ready?" He said, getting up instantly.

"Of course, sir," John confirmed.

Ali walked out of his office and to the elevator with John walking behind him.

As soon as they walked out, they got into the car. He sat in the back seat as John drove silently, deep into the shadows of the city. He pulled out his phone and called his head of security telling him to stand down and not touch the man in question. That guy didn't deserve to be punished by some limpsy guard, he needed to face the wrath of Ali himself.

He could feel his anger boiling minute by minute and as soon as the car came to a halt, he wasted no time going in. He pushed passed his guards, and maids- pacing to the room where Vincent was at.

And as he walked inside he saw the man sitting there unbruised and quiet, Ali smirked looking at his attitude.

This was it for him, he wasn't the only one that man had deceived, he had wronged many other men in this business, and if there was one thing he absolutely despised it would be, traitors. He loosened his tie and kicked the chair that had been in front of Vincent- who jumped at the sound, and when his eyes landed on Ali- he began to quiver, sweating extensively out of fear.

Ali grabbed the guy's collar and threw him against the wall as if he was a pile of bricks. Walking over to the coward he punched him in the face, yanking his hair brutally.

"I will only ask this once. Where the fuck is my money?" Ali asked.

"Boss, I'm so sorry! Please have mercy on me. I didn't mean-, " He whimpered, tears rolling down his eyes and mixing with the

"Mean to what? Steal my goddamn money? What you accidentally took it?" Ali spat, pulling his hair harder.

Vincent shook as he tried to set himself free and then he spoke hesitatingly.

"Boss, please. I-I was one of your b-best men!, y-you said you l-liked m-me," He said, crying.

Ali let go of him harshly, as the man fell back and quickly tried to crawl away from him. His eyes were red from crying and his body was weak from terror. As Ali walked towards him painfully slow- raising the man's distress.

"I did. But you see I also like money." He said, taking out his gun, and backhanding him with the hardness of the pistol.

The man was about to faint, as Ali kneeled down to his level.

"So money-" He put one hand out.

"and you," He put the other hand forward.

"What do you think I'm going to choose my BEST man?" He said.

Vincent trembled a bit and then tried to make a move at Ali trying to punch him in the face. But as soon as he lifted his fist, Ali caught his arm and flipped him on his back to the bare tile underneath aiming his gun at Vincent's chest,

"Fuck you Ali!, you will pay for this-" He went on with his voice cracking.

And at that moment the bullet had left the gun.

Ali put the gun back in his waistband- his emotions completely stable as if he had done nothing unusual, he left the room, and John immediately followed him. Several guards waiting outside for Ali to pass with their heads down, so they can go inside to clean his mess.

Ali walked to his car as if he hadn't just murdered someone two minutes ago. He asked John if he had any messages, as they walked out to their car.

"I have multiple missed calls from Ms. Winn, for the job of Director of Operations at the New York headquarters," John said.

"Call her back and tell her she didn't get the job," He said getting into the backseat.

"Okay, do you need to go home to change for the press conference?"

"Yes. I need to shower." Ali replied.

"Alright."

John drove him home silently, as they drove into the main city a while later where the penthouses and luxury apartments could be seen.

They drove down to the very end of the road, where you could see a flawless gray and black penthouse made of elegant one-way glass. The house went up to four floors, including a rooftop, and behind the house was a view of the busy city.

This is what Ali called home.

He got out of the car and went inside, up the stairs to his room. He took off his tie, belt, and jacket and got into the shower.

The water fell from his rain shower, as he scrubbed the blood off of his arm. Soon enough, he came out and took out a finely sophisticated navy blue suit. He styled his hair and wore another watch.

Ali transformed himself into the normal day-to-day CEO Ali Ahmed Sheikh the world saw. His life was featured in multiple magazines, his face was on various covers, and his company was at its peak- just like his life.

No one knew him behind the businessman facade, of course, there isn't even supposed to be a facade, He was raised to run the Sheikh Mafia until death.

The first time he had seen someone dead, was when his cousin shot a guard in front of his family. He was only seventeen.

His father had laughed and cheered, while his mother had smirked and praised his relative. He couldn't help but feel envious.

He would cry a lot back then, in the delicacy of his young age. And whenever he did, it felt as if he had committed a major crime.

He remembered the first time his father had caught him crying- his father had barged into his room and greeted him with a cold slap. And as He tried to make words into sentences his dad grabbed his face harshly.

"You are a Sheikh. You are my son, you fucking disgrace. There is a reason my father let me run this mob and I will kill you before I let you bring me down. You WILL be fearless. After my death, you shall run the empire he built with his bare hands. If you don't, I will destroy you with mine. Do you understand?" He said with outrage in his eyes with his teeth gritted so hard that they risked falling out.

He shoved Ali away and left the room shaking his head.

Of course, a fragile teenage Ali wanted nothing more than mere acceptance from his parents.

"Boys don't cry." His mother warned after his dad left, as she slammed the door on her shaking child, leaving him in the darkness of the room.

But that day it wasn't the darkness of the room she left him in. It was the darkness of his mind.

That day Ali had decided who he wanted to be. He was going to show every person in his family what he was capable of.

He wanted everyone to be scared of him- even his father.

So he went to university and earned a bachelor's in business- being the first in his family to do so. Thereon, not only did he begin to run a thriving underworld mafia, increasing their revenue by 1.8 billion dollars in his first year. He also became one of the world's most successful businessmen, attaining a net worth of 3 billion dollars.

Ali chose to live for money because he had no one or nothing to live for.

He walked out of his penthouse and back into his car leaving to the venue. While they drove Ali took out his phone and saw a missed call from no other than his dad, but he ignored the notification.

The car came to a break, and the press who stood by the door waiting for him to enter landed their eyes on his car and then- the flashes began.

He came out and buttoned his suit, striding with a glide. Ali was used to posing and he had an incredible public image. He made his way to the podium and adjusted himself before he spoke.

"Good Evening, ladies and gentlemen. Today I am here to announce that A Plus Energy Corporation has bought one of the biggest energy companies in America- Well&Well. I as the Chief Executive Officer and founder, plan big and bold for my company." He began

"We will expand both with workers and locations. Providing more jobs, and services for the city. My goal is to make our corporation a part of everyone's life. And I genuinely hope I have your utmost support in doing so." He concluded.

"Unfortunately, there is no time for questions. I thank each of you for coming. Good day." He added.

He sported his signature smile as the cameras flashed in his face- and he left the podium hastily.