He grimaced as he looked at the set of random numbers on a paper in his hand. He sighed and rubbed his jet black hair with his free hand. It was a habit that he often did when faced with something incomprehensible. This was one of them. His phone rang. He hastily answered. " Do you have it with you,"? A voice came through. Sammie immediately became alert. "Yes sir," he answered politely. "Good now listen...,"
By the time the phonecall ended, Sammie had already given up the title 'Master'. The man on the other end deserved it far more. He could now make sense of what he held in his hands... bank accounts and how much each held . "Get ready for untold financial chaos," the caller had said in a sudden burst of energy. He looked again at the paper in hand with newfound respect.
