It was just midnight in London when Mark Ashton made the call.
The person on the other end of the phone considered Mark no more than a tool. One to be wielded when it was necessary.
"I'm ready. Ready to move to the next stage." Mark said.
"Well." Smiling, The caller poured himself a snifter of brandy. "It has taken you a considerable amount of time to make up your mind."
"I have a lot to lose."
"And also more to gain. The Board of Union members are planning on using you as an escape route, and they will toss you out without a second thought if it suits their purposes. You know it, I know it."
"My position on the board is still as secure as ever. The new complications haven't changed that."
"That's only for the moment. You would not be calling me if you were not bothered."
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