Sarah walked into the grand home office where Mark was sitting behind his mahogany desk.
He was talking rapidly on his encrypted cell phone to his private head of security.
Mark: Trace that phone number and give me an address within ten short minutes.
He hung up the phone and looked directly at Sarah, pointing toward a leather chair.
Mark: Sit down and tell me the whole story from the very beginning.
Sarah: My cousin Tommy took a big loan from bad men six months ago.
Sarah: He ran away last week and left my little brother's name behind.
Mark: How much money does your cousin owe these criminal people?
Sarah: Fifty thousand dollars, including all their fake added interest fees.
Mark opened his top desk drawer and pulled out a thick dark leather checkbook.
He wrote down numbers smoothly with a heavy gold pen across the paper surface.
Sarah: I can never repay a sum like that on my maid salary!
Mark: I am not asking you to repay a single penny of this money.
Sarah: Why are you helping me like this after everything I caused?
Mark: Because loyalty goes both ways in this house, Sarah.
His computer screen flashed bright white as an incoming private email arrived instantly.
His head of security had successfully traced the exact location of the criminal gang leader.
The address was an old abandoned auto repair shop on the east side side of town.
Mark stood up from his leather desk chair and buttoned his black suit jacket tightly.
Mark: Stay right here in this mansion until I come back for you.
Sarah: Please be careful with those dangerous men, Mr. Mark.
Mark: They are the ones who need to be careful today.