"Owen Greyson? The Owen Greyson that has his hands on every business across different states?" She nodded at my question. "So what? Why would I care about who he is?" I actually do need to care. I might have just dug my own grave earlier. Why would he stay in this town when he can go, live in New York and continue his business there? I really don't know what goes on in the minds of rich businessmen. I continued driving until we were in the western side of the town. There was a huge fountain in front of the mall, giving some sort of elegance to the everyday mall. It was a nice touch.
"Let me guess, Owen Greyson owns several stocks from this mall?" I ask Bria with an eyebrow raised. She just smiled and started to give me directions to the parking lot of the mall. I parked the car, unbuckled
