Edward looked at the divers all standing in front of his car. Assessing them one by one. "You say you are sure about them, huh?"
"A hundred, boss."
"Good," Edward said, nodding, then pointed to him, "anything goes south and your f*cking neck is on the line, you hear me?"
"Noted, boss," he replied, nodding obediently.
"For your sake," Edward said, and then turned.
"Boss?" He called Edward back, "One of the divers wants." He cleared his throat. "Um, advance."
"Is that a f*****g joke?" Edward grumbled.
"It's, umm, it's the kid boss." He stammered. "Kid talked about needing urgent money, boss."
Edward shook his head. "And what did you tell him?"
"I told him I'd talk to you about it, boss."
"Are you retarded?"
The recruiter shook his head and Edward slid into the car and zoomed out o
