Maung Pout Htun - Generation Blood

Chapter (1)

Turkey

Istanbul

Saturday, September 5

1:00 p.m.

There was no light in the office, the room was dark. He was sitting alone at the Haji Kafar desk. He looked out the window at the minarets of the mosques in Istanbul. He had traveled the world and visited many countries. He had visited about a dozen famous cities, both on foot and by foot. But he loved Istanbul the most. He loved Istanbul not because of the tourist-fascinated Beyoglu Street, nor because of the luxurious Lalehiz bar at the Hilton Hotel. It was because of the alleys known only to Muslim men, the narrow streets of the market, and the Teleferik cemetery, where only one person was buried and people came to pray for the deceased.

He sat patiently waiting for the Tajik Kafar. His patience was that of a hunter waiting for his prey. He was naturally calm and upright. He had good control over his body and mind. He was a Welshman of noble birth, with dark hair. His face was handsome and strong. His eyes, deep blue, showed intelligence. He was over six feet tall. His figure was long and slender, and very handsome. It was the build of a man who cared about his health.

The office was filled with the smells and fumes of Haji Kafar. The sweet, pungent smell of cigars, the strong smell of Turkish coffee, and the body odor emanating from Haji Kafar's fat, bloated body.

But Reece Williams paid no attention to them. He didn't think about them at all. All he was thinking about was the telephone news that had come in from the Chamonix mountain camp in France about an hour ago. . .

"It was a very shocking incident, Mr. William. We were all in trouble. It happened so fast that there was no time to save him. Mr. Roffe died instantly..."

Samuel (Sam) Rowe is the chairman of “Roffe & Sons”. Roffe & Sons is a multi-billion dollar pharmaceutical company with subsidiaries around the world. It is also the second largest pharmaceutical company in the world. Rees Williams could not believe that Sam Rowe had died so suddenly. Sam Rowe was a very energetic person. He was a non-stop worker, flying to the company’s factories and offices around the world to solve problems that others could not solve, inventing new systems, and motivating his employees to work harder and do their best. Although he was a married father of one daughter, he put family matters aside and devoted himself to his work. Sam Rowe was very smart. He was a rare businessman.

Now he is gone. He has died a horrible death, and who will be able to take his place? Who will be able to run the vast, global business he left behind? He did not choose his successor. This is because he did not know in advance that he would die at the age of 52. He expected that he would live a long time in this world.

Now he is gone. He died a horrible death.

Suddenly, a light went on in the office. Reece Williams was taken out of his thoughts and looked towards the main door. His eyes were momentarily dazzled by the light.

"Oh... Mr. William, I don't think there's anyone here."

The person who entered was Sophie, the company secretary. Sophie was in Istanbul to assist Rees Willian in all aspects of the office. She was a Turkish woman. She was in her 20s. She had a very attractive face and body. She showed William that she was thoroughly familiar with the very delicate old Turkish ways of love. But William was completely uninterested.

She continued in a soft voice.

"I came to finish typing the letters Mr. Kapha ordered. What can I do for Mr. William?"

Sophie approached the table as she spoke. She smelled of incense.

“Where did Mr. Kapha go?” Sophie shook her head in frustration. “He’s been out all day today, and he hasn’t shown up yet.” Sophie gently stroked the top of her dress with her small palm. “Do you need any help from me?” Her eyes seemed dark and misty.

"Of course, find him," Sophie frowned. "That's hard. Where can I go to find him?"

“Look for it at the Kavanagh Hotel, or maybe at the Marmara Hotel.”

The Kavanagh Hotel might be better. One of the Kavanagh's young wives was a stripper working at the hotel, Sophie said apologetically.

“I'll try, but... I..."

"If you see him, tell him, if he doesn't come to the office within an hour, he's out of work."

Sophie's expression changed.

"I'll do my best to find out, Mr. William."

Sophie walked back to the door.

"Turn off the lights"

In fact, it would be better to sit in the dark and not think about anything. But for Rees Williams, it was impossible not to think about it. Sam Rofe's image flashed in his mind's eye. In fact, it was very easy to climb the peaks of "Mont Blanc" at this time of year, in September. Sam Rofe had tried to reach these peaks many times before. However, the snowstorms were so severe that Sam Rofe's body hit the ice and tumbled into the valley. He tried not to think about the scene and tried to distract himself. Everything that had happened was in the past, and worrying about the past was useless. For him, worrying was only for the present.

This terrible news had yet to be communicated to Sam Rofe's relatives. His relatives lived all over the world. And a press release had to be issued. This news would have hit the entire world economy like a tidal wave. Rofe and Sons was currently facing a thousand problems. The news that "Sam Rofe had passed away" would have been like a crushing blow to his entire company. Now the entire responsibility of the company had fallen on the shoulders of Rees Willian.