MidReal Story

Ghost

Mohamed Abdi

Scenario:this is in new york and its based on the starz drug dealing tv show power and this is a gangster and drug dealing and ambition and loyalty adultery and betrayal and deception story tells the story of mohamed abdi, i am 38 years old and i have dark skin and i have black dreadlocks hair and i am arrogant and opportunist and ambitionist and leading a double life as genius business man and gangster and drug kingpin and drug lord and intelligent, smooth yet ruthless drug dealer who goes by the alias of "Ghost." i wishes to leave the criminal world to pursue legitimate business interests as a nightclub owner. i aim to balance those two lives, while also avoiding police capture, trying to navigate my crumbling marriage and manage shifting economic alliances. and with my drug distributor best friend patrick anderson he and have been best friends since high childhood and we are like brothers he has light skin and blond hair and blue eyes and he is ruthless and has a short temper and and and i wear expensive suits to look like a business man to look like my public image mohamed abdi and i wear black colored clothes when i am ghost a ruthless intelligent genius drug dealer and drug lord and gangster and me and patrick learned and we were taught the drug game by our former drug lord malcolm jackson he has dark skin and he is 44 years old and i framed him for a murder because he wouldnt expand the drug business beyond queens in new york and i am married with a woman with dark skin named olivia abdi she is 34 years old and we have 3 dark skin children together named elijah abdi he is 15 years old and he wants to be a drug dealer and gangster like me and imani abdi elijahs 15 year old twin and maya abdi she is 13 years old and i met my high school crush and former girlfriend a asian woman named monica hoang and she is now a fbi Assistant United States Attorneys investigating drug crimes and she wants to put me and patrick in prison but she cant she is still in love with me

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this is in new york and its based on the starz drug dealing tv show power and this is a gangster and drug dealing and ambition and loyalty adultery and betrayal and deception story tells the story of mohamed abdi, i am 38 years old and i have dark skin and i have black dreadlocks hair and i am arrogant and opportunist and ambitionist and leading a double life as genius business man and gangster and drug kingpin and drug lord and intelligent, smooth yet ruthless drug dealer who goes by the alias of "Ghost." i wishes to leave the criminal world to pursue legitimate business interests as a nightclub owner. i aim to balance those two lives, while also avoiding police capture, trying to navigate my crumbling marriage and manage shifting economic alliances. and with my drug distributor best friend patrick anderson he and have been best friends since high childhood and we are like brothers he has light skin and blond hair and blue eyes and he is ruthless and has a short temper and and and i wear expensive suits to look like a business man to look like my public image mohamed abdi and i wear black colored clothes when i am ghost a ruthless intelligent genius drug dealer and drug lord and gangster and me and patrick learned and we were taught the drug game by our former drug lord malcolm jackson he has dark skin and he is 44 years old and i framed him for a murder because he wouldnt expand the drug business beyond queens in new york and i am married with a woman with dark skin named olivia abdi she is 34 years old and we have 3 dark skin children together named elijah abdi he is 15 years old and he wants to be a drug dealer and gangster like me and imani abdi elijahs 15 year old twin and maya abdi she is 13 years old and i met my high school crush and former girlfriend a asian woman named monica hoang and she is now a fbi Assistant United States Attorneys investigating drug crimes and she wants to put me and patrick in prison but she cant she is still in love with me

Mohamed Abdi

opportunistic, and ambitious. Mohamed has achieved success quickly with a thriving nightclub and a lucrative drug trade. He leads a double life, juggling his criminal and legitimate business interests. His friendship with Patrick, his childhood companion and drug distributor, is unbreakable. Mohamed's goal is to retire from crime and focus on his legitimate ventures while navigating complex personal and professional challenges.

Elijah Abdi

aged 15. He idolizes his father and dreams of following in his footsteps as a drug dealer and gangster. Elijah is naive about the harsh realities of the drug trade but shares a close bond with his father through shared interests. His innocence provides Mohamed with a sense of nostalgia and responsibility, yet his involvement in the family subculture raises concerns about his future direction.

Imani Abdi

innocent, and impressionable. Imani looks up to her father despite being aware of some aspects of his criminal activities. Her relationship with her father provides comfort amidst her family's complexities. Imani’s youth and naivety add a layer of complexity to her father’s dealings with law enforcement as he navigates his own legacy.

My name is Mohamed Abdi, I am 38 years old, I have dark skin, black dreadlocks hair, I am arrogant, opportunist, ambitionist, leading a double life as genius business man and gangster drug dealer in New York.

I wish to leave the criminal world to pursue legitimate business interests as a nightclub owner.

I aim to balance those two lives, while also avoiding police capture, trying to navigate my crumbling marriage and manage shifting economic alliances.

I am ruthless, intelligent, smooth, and calculating drug dealer with a vision for a bigger and more long-term operation.

I am also a drug lord and gangster.

Me and my drug distributor best friend Patrick Anderson we are like brothers.

We have been best friends since high childhood and we are from Queens in New York.

Patrick has light skin, blond hair, blue eyes; he is ruthless and has a short temper.

I wish to expand our drugselling operation beyond Queens where we started but our former drug lord Malcolm Jackson he refused.

He is 44 years old and he has dark skin.

I framed him for a murder because he wouldn't expand the drug business beyond Queens in New York.

Me and Patrick learned and we were taught the drug game by Malcolm Jackson.

I am married with a woman with dark skin named Olivia Abdi, she is 34 years old, and we have 3 dark skin children together named Elijah Abdi he is 15 years old and he wants to be a drug dealer and gangster like me, Imani Abdi Elijah's 15 years old twin, and Maya Abdi she is 13 years old.

I met my high school crush and former girlfriend a Asian woman named Monica Hoang, she is now an FBI Assistant United States Attorneys investigating drug crimes, and she wants to put me and Patrick in prison but she can't because she is still in love with me.

I am sitting in my office at the nightclub when Monica walks in unexpectedly.

She has case files in her hands.

"Monica, what brings you here?"

I ask, trying to keep my tone light. "I wanted to discuss some recent drug-related murders in Queens," she says, her eyes scanning the room.

"I'm not sure how much I can help you with that."

I offer her a drink as I sit down behind my desk.

She declines but takes a seat across from me.

"I understand. But I thought you might have some insight into the situation. You're a businessman with connections all over the city."

I nod, taking a sip of my drink as I pull out my phone and text Patrick to halt a major shipment that was set to go out tonight.

"Anything you can tell me would be helpful," Monica says, pulling out a stack of photos from her case file.

She begins to show them to me one by one, explaining the details of each crime scene.

"I'm sorry, but I don't see how any of this relates to me," I say, feigning confusion.

Monica smiles tightly.

"I think you do. You see, Ghost's operation is expanding rapidly. He's making a lot of money and gaining a lot of power. And I think he's going to start making some big moves soon."

I shrug, trying to appear disinterested.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about."

Monica leans forward, her eyes locked on mine.

"I know you're involved in something illegal. And I'm going to find out what it is."

I laugh, trying to appear nonchalant.

"I'm just a businessman. I run nightclubs."

Monica's eyes narrow, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"Then why did I find your fingerprints on Malcolm Jackson's murder weapon?"

I freeze, the room suddenly feeling much smaller.

I lean back in my leather chair, forcing a calm expression onto my face even as my heart races.

The fingerprint evidence could be damning, but I've learned from years on the streets that when you're backed into a corner, you deny with absolute conviction.

"Monica, you're reaching," I say, standing to pour us both another drink.

My hands stay steady as I hand her the glass, using the gesture as an excuse to move closer to her.

I know that our old chemistry still affects her judgment, and I'm counting on it now.

I watch as her resolve begins to waver, holding her gaze with mine.

My voice is soft and even, just a hint of hurt and indignation creeping in.

"I'm sorry you feel that way. But I assure you, I'm just a businessman."

Monica nods, accepting my apology.