Owen Grayson got his shoulder bag from the passenger seat and got out, slamming the car door. He'd been teetering on the edge of irritation for a while. The first phase of his plan had failed and it had somehow destabilized him, although he knew from the onset that the success rate was below average. Grayson Int. is an international strongly rooted empire that was going to be really difficult to bring down.
"Hey man" the gym instructor called out to him in greeting and Owen nodded in acknowledgment. The gym was large and technologically advanced, but Owen preferred it to others in the area for its privacy.
He strode to the locker room, grazing knuckles with the few regulars he passed. He got to his locker and opened it, bringing out his boxing gear. He dropped his shoulder bag insi
