Days went by, and nothing out of the ordinary happened until they sat down to discuss the plans.
They gathered in James' office, sitting around the table with plans in front of them.
James was already stressed because he knew that his original plan was no longer going to work as intended. Hans and Hector had overcomplicated everything.
His only choice was to act, act as if everything had gone exactly as he wanted, even if it meant blood.
"So, what are you saying?" James looked at Hector. "That you've already sold all the White Magic?"
"Yeah." Hector smirked and slid a paper across the table.
James picked it up, scanning the numbers and names. His eyes narrowed as he quickly ran through the figures, what he saw only confused him more.
"1.1 billion?" He looked at Hector in shock.
