Clive Carlton paced his room as he tried to think of a way to get those people to pay up the money! Dam* it! Their transaction had been simple. He was supposed to create a neurotoxin formula that would slowly degenerate the cells inside the human body starting from the brain! And he had held up his end of the deal. He needed the money to begin working on his next project of forcing a human body to live longer than the average age.
He's already gathered, healthy infants... But now these people needed to give him the money so that he could continue.
As he paced the room, his phone started to ring and he almost winced at the number. It was Z. He was the enforcer and muscle of the group he was dealing with. And the one person he never wanted to talk to.
"Clive. How are you?" The menacing voice sent shivers down his spine but he clenched his hands and spoke calmly," I am well, Mr Z. So, is there any news? When are your people going to pay me?"
