The Charismatic Charlie Wade

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Bruce Weinstein, eager to charm the ladies, found it increasingly difficult to contain his
impatience. It was evident he was itching to wrap up the meeting.
In a discreet sidebar with Gustavo, Charlie remarked, “Let’s not waste the warden’s valuable time, allow him to orchestrate the
cell and mobile phone switch before we head back.”
Gustavo, lowering his voice hurriedly, suggested, “Mr. Wade, how about moving to my cell? It boasts the best conditions in the
entire Brooklyn Prison, complete with a TV and wifi.”
Charlie dismissed the idea with a wave, “I appreciate the offer, but it took considerable effort to establish the order in our cell.
You can’t just bail on it. If my cell doesn’t suit your taste, then stick to your own.”
Gustavo, anxious, waved his hand and conceded, “Alright then, Mr. Wade, I’ll move to your cell.”
For Gustavo, his primary concern was that his son might attract harm from someone else.
Charlie, possessing formidable strength and Joseph following his every command, assured Gustavo that no harm would befall
him as long as he remained by Charlie’s side. In the grand scheme of things, living conditions were trivial compared to the
imminent threat to his life.
Concerned that Charlie might regret the decision, Gustavo quickly turned to Bruce Weinstein, saying, “Bruce, I need your help
with some arrangements. I’ll temporarily move to Mr. Wade’s cell for a few days. Also, please arrange for Mr. Wade’s cell phone
to be delivered to him.”
Bruce Weinstein readily agreed, saying, “Consider it done. I’m here to assist. Mr. Sanchez, if there’s anything else you need help
with, feel free to let me know.”
To avoid any delay, Gustavo, with a sly smile, urged Bruce, “It’s getting late. You better hurry. The details will be conveyed by my
people. Enjoy tonight. We’ll discuss matters tomorrow.”
Bruce, already mentally occupied with the prospect of meeting two Miss Worlds, readily agreed, “Mr. Sanchez, I’ll arrange for you
to return to the prison area now. Cell changes will be taken care of as well.”
A prison guard promptly took Jagoan’s mobile phone and charger and escorted them back to the prison area.
As it was free movement time, Jagoan and Gustavo bypassed their cells on the way back.

Gustavo, in a hushed tone, asked Jagoan, “Mr. Jagoan, what’s the next step?”
Jagoan casually replied, “For now, there’s nothing for you to do. You’ll be living with me from today. Your safety is assured as
long as I’m in this prison.”
Jagoan left an unspoken thought. His protection of Gustavo in the prison hinged on how long he could stay there. Once out, he
would reevaluate whether Gustavo was still worth safeguarding.
Upon their return, Joseph approached with a flattering look, inquiring, “Uncle Jagoan, how did things go?”
Jagoan, with a stern demeanor, responded, “Joseph, matters of the elders are not for you to meddle in.”
Lucas, mustering courage, approached Jagoan, asking tentatively, “Sir, everything alright with you?”
Jagoan, with a smile, announced, “Lucas, Gustavo will be moving to my cell starting today. Interested in joining us?”
Lucas, astonished, couldn’t fathom why the prominent Gustavo would willingly move to Jagoan’s cell. Despite the luxurious
conditions of Gustavo’s current cell, he eagerly accepted, expressing, “Sir, if you think highly of me, I’ll gladly move in with you!”
To Lucas, living in the same cell as Gustavo was an extraordinary opportunity, given the unreachable stature of a figure like
Gustavo. Moreover, Jagoan’s mysterious aura added to the allure.
Jagoan surveyed the crowd and spotted Dean, his cellmate, quietly observing him. Dean, apprehensive since Jagoan’s
involvement with Gustavo, was now filled with regret for his foolhardy actions earlier.
Summoning Dean over, Jagoan directed, “Dean, come here!”
Dean, trembling, rushed over, asking respectfully, “Mr. Jagoan, what are your orders?”
Jagoan instructed, “You’re in charge of selecting two incapacitated individuals from the dormitory. Gustavo and Lucas will be our
new roommates. Make it happen.”
Dean, alarmed, glanced at Gustavo, then stammered nervously, “Mr. Jagoan, are you serious?”
Annoyed, Gustavo chided, “Are you deaf? Do you want Mr. Jagoan to say it twice?”
Panicking, Dean assured, “No, no, I didn’t mean that...”

Jagoan sternly reminded Gustavo, “Understand this, Gustavo. In my cell, there are two classes, me and everyone else. From
now on, you obey my orders and have no authority over others in our cell. No mistakes are tolerated.”
Gustavo, eager to rectify his stance, pledged, “Mr. Jagoan, I won’t make the same mistake again.”
Jagoan coldly asserted, “Not the same mistake, no mistakes at all. I won’t forgive you otherwise!”