Untieyind the caddy cart, he manoeuvred it toward the door room manoeuvring to park it in a way that would allow to easily move things inside. Knowing the small caddy cart could carry it to, he alined it on the back of the big car. Almost as it was first put but with more extensions to not have the rope cut because of the weight.
With plastic bags that was in the car, he closed all gap in the side of the cart making it looked like a long contener. Satisfied he moved around it to the closed door, to start the real thing.
Beforehand he stood at the entrance saying a prayer as he was used to put God first in all his work. After saying "Amen" His eyes wandered around the room taking in all the work he still had to accomplish.
Putting himself in motion he removed his pants staying with his short, it was so hot he looked at the small piece of clothing he has left with seeing it was already completely drench. Not at ease in it, he pulled it off too. Staying almost naked except of his shorts.
Quick to place it alongside his upper uniform, he began to fill th caddy with the shiny material. The packages was really heavy. To transport them to the car he opted on filling the caddy to the rim, before doing the same with the car.
He knew what he was doing because he had done that most of his college years to have some legit money of his own when he was around his rich pears to not bother his Papa. It was something he could do with closed eyes. Weird as it was he had learned it is not always the rich that were brilliant. They had it all, which kill the challenge. Some used to say it.
"Why try when you already have it all?"
Those who have to fight for theirs lives to make it to the high level have to pay real price. To attain the top, it is important to sacrifice the life you are currently living, to get a better one. Work is the only tool though. You take the cards you were granded a make the most out of it with dignity whatsoever it is you have to do, and always be proud of your achievements.
There are some rare ones of his classmates, like the futur heir of the throne who never stopped to be sorry of the hard work to lay on his back. He was competition back in their time in the army. That would have been a surprise, for someone rich to work like that, if no one knew his mother. Everyone who did, near or far, knew the woman blood means business, with no space for just
" Okay you pass."
No. Perfection, was the young Zurrow motto, even though Raphaelli was always around his level with Sloan the spoil the first place for him.
That is how they made themselves places in the high, the same two young men who was always occupying the three first place with the futur king of the crown. Raphaelli had learned then that, whatever he had to do should always aim to perfection. That is just what Norman reminded him
" It perfect or you are off."
Rolling his head to alleviate the pain on his neck for keeping it contracted because of all the weight he already carried to the car, he paused getting out of his headspace where everything was on autopilot to have a good look of the engine.
The car was a model of Jeep shaped to carry the merchandises of the village market, as much as men. They would be pilled on it holding its iron bars, hanging on each side, a vision that could make anyone from the rich side that never live near East to think they were insane.
But when you were born on the wrong side of the town, the poor one, everyone had to get used to that, squeezing each others in order to get to your destination. There were no metro, no taxi. it was the only way to move from a place to another. Some had bicycles or motorcycles though, but even then Transport kept growing too expensive to keep up. Each passing day because of the cost of petroleum.
If by any chance you refuse to be squeezed in between people someone else take your place until you get used to it and decided you have no choice but to along.
That is where Raphaelli had grown to be the man he was today. Breathing out his eyes roamed the machine taking in all the details to make his work easier.
For one he knew that the fact that it was formed as an SUV minus the back cover that was reversebled to make up more place. That was very different from the original cars , those were made in Porys though. Normally it came with a leather cover but, in the case of the market, most have it replaced with hard plastic bag to make it easier to tie merchandises.
This one was typically the villagers kind, it plastic was very large with the ropes that he needed to attach it all. Which was perfect. There is no way anyone could to get a second glance at it. Certainly Norman knew about this treasure of the Queen. Knowing what to do, he when back to work moving the gold in the back of the car too.
One hour later, drenched with sweat, his thighs totally glistening he could see that his short was quickly damped like he had been swimming. He used the small towell her always carry on him to try and wipe his hand, face and torso. He did his best to press it all over in an attempt of drying his body. Then rolled the small fabric in the air to earn a small breeze.
This was a huge version of a sauna, breathing heavily, his gaze took the space he was standing in for a moment. The room was completely bared of it's previous contain. Nothing was left there apart of his clothes on the table. Closing the door, he knew there was no way he could wear his clothes now, he looked at the time on his arm sighing with relief he was quick.
He felt thirsty, but knew to not waste unecessary time going up to have some. Like a man in mission, he almost jumped like an acrobat on the side of the over packed car, in the tiny space that was left in the hallway in between the car and the wall due to how much he had packed it with all the gold.
Then smoothly with wide legs moving like one climbing on the Everest mountain, he moved around the back of the car confident ohow strong the cords was holding his packages, before he inserted himself on the window of the close door on the driver side. It was very tricky to do but possible.
Moment like those he prided himself for his agility. wiping his face he settled on the seat praying the weight of all the gold would not break the passage of the tunnel made in under the sea, he had faith whomever did it made it strong.
The thought only made him focused, this was a one way thing, he knew the better was to have it all straight rather than risking to make many turns just to have some stuck because of the tunnel fragility. Praying his good star to be with him, the soldier closed his eyes a moment, Decided, he breathed out one last time, then threw the wet towel on his laps.
If he had done turn as he was suggested, it would have requested the week the Queen talked about. Glancing behind him at the over pack treasure.
he knew it could not make it to his house though, it was over pack. He knew he will have to use his father truck to make it in one trip to the house to start with. The old man truck was one of many that would not have people attention on him.
Giving a rapid glance at his wristband he nodded calculating all the solutions to make it safely there. Then started the car focuses on his plan.
Totally enthralled by her work the Queen head snapped up at the sound of the opening door of the elevators. She had completely forgotten about the man standing inside, at the sight of him, she looked at the clock it was 2 am, she had left him down at ten AM.
He had worked straight until now she felt a bit worry because there were no water down, but know he was used to hardness in his work she calmed down.
Lifting up her eyebrows she scrutinized his clothes, which seemed fine enough. But his face was completely out of sort, even if he tried to clean it but it was not the same as when she left him down, it was like he was left stuck in a Porysian woman kitchen when all pots was bowling, or had been doing activities that she knew dirty minds would think about.
She was well aware of them thinking Norman and her were involved in another way. But she did not care of it. She knew the true, in fact having them thinking Raphaelli replaced Norman in that way was a cover in a way. As long as Arthur did not believe it, this all was okay. Plus she trust her people to keep those kind of details to them. It only makes them fear her more.
Looking down at his shoes, which was almost good except of one which was not covered with mud that was partly on them in the morning.
"I move it all out my Queen. Papa already started his part, according to him by Thursday night it will all be done "
Still staring at him, she hide her surprise well then nodded appraised by his efficiency. That is how she liked the one who work alongside her.
"Good. Now go rest. I gather there will be no work for you here these next days. Take a sick leave. I will not move out of here do not worry. I do not trust the others with my life . Go. Make sure to look worry, tell them your father is not well that I asked you to stay by his side. Pradesh will want to know I am sure. The man fight for his life, ask his daughters to be assigned as your second as go down. The girls are hungry to prove themselves, he will never go against his flesh, we give him meat to eat, he let us out of the loop."
Leaning back on her leather chair like the Queen she was, she felt her power coming back to her at how everything was responding to her plans. Pradesh girls have been godsend for her. The man she knew was turning blind on her doing as long as she assured his daughters to expend on her side. They had it all she was really doing nothing but be a shadow that protect them like a shield to manifest theirs capacities.
They were really brilliant and the only women at the level of men in her Forces, she had commanded Raphaelli to let them grow without any forms of pressure. One of her men had been exclude for going on the younger one. In fact she wanted their father to be completely devoted to her.
Pointing at his shoes as she had kept scrutinizing him she looked straight in his eyes contented he did not flinched.
"Your shoes are too clean my dear, put some chocolate on them. your tie is too down. Here go in the kitchen to apply the chocolate. Smear it on the left corner of the right one. And a little on the front of the left one"
At his startled expression she smirked thankful of her memory that was not as a curse as some could think. She knew he was one that was attentive, even more than Norman she had to admit. But he still had to learn to become the best version of himself. She knew under her leadership he will, she will make sure of it.
"I expect you to pay attention to those details too. They make all the difference for someone scrutinizing you from a camera point of view."
Nodding impressed by her keeping all those details. He remembered Norman talking about her having an edeitical memory like Miss Kamali. He had to say he still have things to learn, like she said.
He had put everything on all right but those small things. Having it cornered in his, to always remember memories, he walked inside of the condo to do as requested. Her approving stare was what he needed to see five minutes later leaving the office feeling beaten but happy he could be of use to real matters.