Part-206

  The versation with Sam repyed in his mind, and Rahat realized that this was no ordinary threat. The AIGP was not bluffing, and there was no doubt that he had the means to follow through on his warning. Rahat had always been able to navigate the murky waters of business and politics, but this was something else entirely.

  What made it worse was the realization that if Sam had evidence of his wrongdoings, it wasn’t just his pany that was at risk. Rahat’s entire reputation, his livelihood, and even his freedom could be on the line. He o ad quickly.

  Reag for his phone, Rahat called Ali bato the office. The assistaered promptly, sensing the urgen his boss’s demeanor.

  "Ali," Rahat began, his voice steady but carrying an unmistakable edge, "I need you te a meeting with al team immediately. A in touch with our tacts in w enfort. We o know everything we about AIGP Sam, his es, his allies—everything. Leave no stourned."

  Ali nodded, jotting down the instrus before leaving the room.

  Rahat leaned ba his chair, staring out the window at the city beyond. He had survived many challenges in the past, but this o different. Sam wasn’t just a man with power—he was a man with a personal vea, and those were the most dangerous kind of enemies.

  But Rahat wasn’t about to go down without a fight. If Sam thought he could intimidate him into submission, he was in for a surprise.

  The day, James arrived at the Martial Arts ter with Ryan, both of them carrying their gear and an air of anticipation. The Martial Arts ter was nothing short of impressive—sprawling, with training spaces for nearly every bat sport imagis reputation stretched far beyond the city, and walking through its doors always filled James with a mix of excitement and nerves. Although their primary focus was on improving their Judo skills, James couldn’t help but admire the variety of disciplines practiced within the walls—boxing, Taekwondo, Karate, and more. He had always been curious about expanding his knowledge beyond Judo.

  As they ehe rhythmic sounds of fists hitting pads, the thud of bodies grappling, and the sharp calls of instructors echoed throughout the ter. James and Ryan moved through the bustling halls until they reached the designated Judo floor, where they were greeted by a familiar face—Kashem Chowdhury, Mili’s father. A tall, muscur man with an air of quiet authority, Kashem was a respected master in multiple martial arts and a man of discipline.

  “Good m, sir,” James greeted him with respect, bowing slightly. Ryan did the same, clearly familiar with the s and rules of the dojo. Kashem’s eyes lit up with a small smile as he observed the boys.

  “I’m gd to see you here, James,” Kashem said, his voice deep yet kind. “Mili has told me you’re eager to sharpen your skills, especially your Judo. I’ll be teag you both today.”