"Mr. Lindsey, do you think releasing this video could potentially wipe out billions from the Jefferson Group's stock value?" Dilbert Walker asked gleefully.
"You handle it."
Arthur Lindsey's slender, elegant fingers quickly skipped through the video. He wasn't interested until he saw Raphael Jefferson appearing in the screen.
After watching it,
he smirked, "The old man is stepping back into the game. Walker, do you think he can handle it this time?"
"Absolutely not."
Dilbert Walker could hardly suppress his sly smile, "Mr. Lindsey, everything is ready, all we need now is for him to take the bait!"
The night was pitch black.
Neon lights of all colors dyed the city as bright as daylight.
Raphael Jefferson leaned back in his car seat, his eyes half-closed, drowsy.
Like most elders, sleepiness hits at midnight, and they wake up refreshed by dawn.
He was no exception.
The car quietly drove onto a lonely, winding overpass.
