Judas

One hour before the debate
“How is it?”
“Everything is ready sir”
“Good”
Mr. J smiled at himself. He felt satisfied, tonight is the night, he thought. He was ready for the debate, he was ready to beat his rival. Mr. J imagined himself as the president of the super power country. He would do anything to achieve his dream.
“Sir,”
“Yes, Maxwell”
“I should go now, I’m sure Mr. B is looking for me”
“Go,” said Mr. J.

“Where is Maxwell?”
“Don’t worry sir, he is not here”
“What do you want?” Mr. B asked, looked anxious.
“If they know you’re here, our plan will be in danger,” said Mr. B.
“I am sorry sir, I just want to make sure you know what to do”
“Don’t insult me, I know what to do, now get out of my room before Maxwell come,” said Mr. B.
“Yes sir,” said Damien Bancroft.

One hour after the debate
Maxwell Smith was listening to Mr. B story, but his mind wasn’t there. He was thinking of what he had to do after they arrived at the hotel. They were on the journey to the hotel where Mr. B and his success team stayed in. As Mr. B’s personal assistant, Maxwell was always beside him. He knew all about Mr. B, what he liked, what he disliked. Mr. B trusted him.

Room 302
“It’s a very long day isn’t it Maxwell?” said Mr. B while he sat on the sofa. They were on the hotel room. It was the first class, a very large room with its mini bar. He took of his shoes and relaxed on the sofa. He looked tired. He took the remote and turn on the TV.
“May I get you something to drink sir?” Maxwell asked.
“Yes, please”
Maxwell walked to the mini bar, he took a glass and poured it with water. Then he took something from his blazer. It was a small bottle. He opened the bottle and poured the liquid in the bottle into the water. He waited for a moment until the strange liquid mix with the water.
“You know what Maxwell”
“What sir?” said Maxwell who was standing behind Mr. B
“You can’t trust anybody in this world”
“Is that so, sir?”
“Yes it is”
Maxwell brought the glass in his hand, and then he gave it to Mr. B.
“Thank you” said Mr. B.
Like a thirsty deer, Mr. B drank the water until the glass was empty. Maxwell smiled, his mission was completed. Suddenly, Mr. B touched his neck, he felt something wrong with his neck. He felt like his neck was burning. He asked for help but nothing came out from his mouth. He was in pain, but Maxwell Smith didn’t help him. Then, he stopped breathing.

Room 402
“Sir, there’s a phone call for you”
“Thank you, Damien” said Mr. J to his personal assistant.
Damien Bancroft gave the phone to Mr. J. While Mr. J was talking on the phone, Damien was preparing a drink for Mr. J. It was a cold night, so Damien poured a bottle of wine to a glass. He looked around, he saw nobody, and then he took a small bottle from his pocket. He dropped the liquid into the wine. Having finished talking on the phone, Mr. J sat on the sofa. He took the Times magazine and read it. He was happy because he just heard good news from Maxwell Smith.
“Here sir, this wine could warm you up,” said Damien while he gave a glass of wine to Mr. J.
“Thank you, Damien”
Damien stood beside the sofa, he waited for the reaction of the poison. Nothing happened in the first minute, but the next minute Mr. J felt something. He felt his stomach was burning. He felt like he wanted to throw up. And all of sudden, he throw up, it was blood which came out from his mouth. He couldn’t stop throwing up. He couldn’t ask for help. He stopped throwing up when he stop breathing. Damien watched him died. When he was sure that Mr. J was dead, Damien made a phone call. He called Mr. B to inform the good news. But…, no one answer it.