A Man Like None Other

They had just walked out of the hotel when a taxi stopped them in their tracks. Jared looked up and realized it was the short man who had sent him to the hotel earlier. He was confused as to why the short man had stopped him.

“Sir, do you have time now? My name is Shorty. Can I treat you to a meal?” Shorty asked.

Jared rejected his invitation at once. “No need. It was nothing. Besides, you didn’t ask me to pay for the ride, so we called it even. You don’t have to do this.”

However, Shorty seemed stumped. Seeing that, Jared knew it wasn’t just as simple as having a meal together. “Is there something else you need?” Jared inquired.

Shorty nodded awkwardly. “Sir, my gang leader, Mr. Thompson, dispatched me here to invite you. He wants to see you.” “Your gang leader?” Jared was surprised to learn that a taxi driver had a gang leader.

Shorty noticed his surprise and explained, “We Chanaeans who run businesses here, including taxi drivers, have formed The Chanaean Brotherhood to prevent being bullied. After I went back and told him about the incident at the airport, he expressed a desire to meet with you.”

he heard the man’s explanation. They were all Chanaeans, so Jared nodded and agreed to meet

to know if they knew about the

here for decades. Shorty was overjoyed that Jared had accepted the

brought to a huge courtyard with a few houses within. Shorty led them into a two-story house and cried out, “Mr. Thompson, they

graceful gait. His

but his rank was sufficient to

couldn’t help but frown when he realized he couldn’t assess

have a seat,” he exclaimed and gestured for them to sit down. He then told Shorty, “Serve

a cup of coffee each. “May I know your name?” the middle-aged man asked Jared. “My name is Jared Chance,”