[Short Flashback]
"Kick Atlas Bennet out of the company and get it done as soon as possible. The pill bottle in front of you will help. You know there's a quicker and easier way to get there without having to go through the hassle of the natural route."
Stephen sat in a private dining room, his eyes falling on the bottle of pills in front of him. His gaze then shifted to the cell phone just inches from the bottle. No one else was in the room besides him and the cell phone, which had been served along with his tea and the pill bottle by the server.
"That quicker and easier way…" Stephen trailed off, clasping his hands in his lap. "You mean you want me to kill the chairman?"
The voice on the other end of the line chuckled. "Aren't you a little too direct, Mr. Bennet? I'm not asking you to kill Chairman Bennet. I'm simply… suggesting, and I'm giving you ammunition in case you decide to go that route."
