The old man’s chest heaved laboriously, his protruding eyes apoplectically transformed into a sputtering source of raging emission. He was in the deepest fit of pique, the same old man who described the removal of two fingers as a little touch.
Jeff become more jittery.
I was in the same hall with him.
I was his prey.
I was the cause of his travails.
I was in an abyss of despair.
Richard was busy calling for thugs, making sure the perimeter, as the law man called it was sealed. Jeff could understand their level of desperation and agitation.
This little chip he had with him was a channel to extorting twelve trillion dollars in six years. A route to a daily income of over two billion dollars.
“ Who on Earth knew about the chip?” The old man asked rhetorically. “ Are you sure you kno
