MR JONES'S POV
I couldn't explain the kind of anger I felt whenever I sighted Jones in front of me in this warehouse. After all I'd done for him, I was still dragged like an animal towards him—a friend, a brother, a man I took in as my own. And he took possession of all I had. NOVARTIS Company Limited was made with my flesh, blood, and sweat, but he managed to coerce me into giving it up.
My mind reeled at every possibility of having the opportunity to slice his throat with a knife or a broken bottle on the floor beside his legs. But all this had not been fruitful, since I was heavily guarded like a notorious criminal in this warehouse, “Sin City," like he calls it.
"Oh, see who's coming to join us, my dear friend," Jones mocked, as I was dragged towards him in the dimly lit room where
