Life at the Top

“Why? How are we not qualified to own so many oil fields? Our ancestors left us the oil fields so they should always belong to us!”

Kimbra was now filled with fear. He knew very well that the Elvis family’s move was tantamount to pulling the carpet from under them.

“Why?” Elder Sahar sneered.

“It’s because our oil can only stay in our oil field. We can’t process them so we can’t sell them! Who would want unprocessed oil? We can’t transport the unprocessed oil as well because they control most of the ships transporting oil!”

“We don’t have time! My men told me that the president is inclined to agree with our competitor’s proposal. Even with what our factories can make, we can hardly meet the conditions for petroleum processing! We need to resolve this now, or it’s over for us! These petroleum fields are our everything! We cannot afford to lose this!” Elder Sahar roared.

Kimbra looked less furious, but his frown had yet to unfurl fully.

knew his family, and his position as the

what brought the Elvis family

that someone had spoken up, more piped in to demand that Kimbra step

to be our leader, Kimbra. Step down before you

happened if Baltimore was still our leader. You have brought disaster

by the endless demands for him to step down. Now, he understood why these

earlier was a mere excuse to hide their true goal. However, what chilled Kimbra’s heart the most was that many of his trusted confidants were among those who declared

betrayed him for a taste of power, just like how he betrayed his

It irked Kimbra!

at his waist. He said with a voice devoid of warmth, “Hmph. You want to lead the Kurts? Fine, but how long can you keep your seat, hmm?