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An Ace For Oscar (chapter one)

Title: An Ace for Oscar
Genre: Crime
Number of words: 6,000
Writer: Larry Sun
“I have a terrible news for you, Mr Oscar
DaSilva.” The interviewer said cruelly. He
was tall and dark. He was solidly constructed.
His neck, shoulders, arms and chest were
thick with muscles, powerful. The muscles
could have been gotten only from years of
weightlifting. He could as well have subbed
for Samson, pulling down pillars and collapsing
roofs upon the Philistines. He was wearing a
white shirt; the sleeves were rolled up, and
his forearms were matted with hair. He had a
moustache that looked as if it was drawn on
his upper lip with an eyebrow pencil. His
eyes were probing from behind the horn-
rimmed glasses he strapped on his face. It
was with these vicious eyes that he was
drilling an imaginary hole into my skull; he
seemed to be peering into my soul and
discovering my innermost secret. But, judging
from the significance of his statement and
stare, he must have truly discovered one of
my secrets—a secret as shameful as
masturbation.
“What bad news?” Although I had
suspected what the news was going to be, I
still expected—even prayed—that the news
was something far different from what I was
thinking. Anything but what I feared. It
would even be a relief if the ‘bad news’ was
the rejection of my application. Deep down in
my mind, I knew that I was in a serious
trouble. The man smiled and the smile scared
the bejezuz out of me. The smile was evil.
Malevolent. It was like a snake smiling at
you; such smile would not be assuring.
“What bad news?” I asked again. I could
feel the trickle of warm sweat travel down my
spine. The office was well-ventilated; there
was a working air-conditioner and another big
standing fan turned its neck to-and-fro
close-by, but they did little to dry my
perspiration.
The man could see the fear on my face, and
I could tell that he was glad with what he
saw. He took pleasure in seeing the horror
plastered on my face. His face twisted into a
smile and it was like the grin of a skull.
Smacking his lips, the interviewer said, “The
bad news is that you’re going to jail, Mr
DaSilva.”
“What!” My incredulity could not be
contained.
“Yes, young man. You will be spending
fifteen years of your life behind bars. Did
you honestly think we would not know that you
forged the results? Forgery is a very grave
crime in this country.”
“I can explain everything—”
“There is nothing to explain, Mr DaSilva.”
“If you would listen to me, I—”
“Like I said, you’ve got no excuse. You are
a criminal, and you should be ready to face
the consequence of your criminal acts. You
are going to jail. All I have to do is call the
police.”
I was surprised to hear that he hadn’t
already called the police. Mr Dada wasn’t
someone who would hesitate to put another
person in trouble. Surely, there was a reason
behind his delay to make the call.
“Why haven’t you called the police?”
“I don’t want you to go to jail.”
The biggest lie of the century.
“I’m sure you won’t mind committing a little
crime to keep yourself from being
imprisoned.” Added Dada.
“How do you mean, sir?”
He shifted his huge bulk in the chair and
said, “Be smart, Oscar. I have a little
proposal for you. You can’t expect me to
turn a blind eye at your crime for nothing.
You’ve got to do something for me. It’s a
little dirty. I don’t think you’re in much
position to refuse; except, of course, if you
would rather be in jail for forgery of results
and certificates. I’ve got some people who
would gladly drag you to court.”
My sweat still refused to dry up. That
expression ‘It’s a little dirty’ seemed very
ironical. With a shaky voice, I asked,
“What do you need me to do, sir?”
The evil smile came again. “We’re
kidnapping the Managing Director’s
daughter.”
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