"Why aren't you here yet Dubson?"
"Sir, I am sorry, but we did not acquire the pieces you requested."
"WHAT? What happened?"
"Sir, we had hired Chang to excavate them, but we were attacked, and the pieces taken."
"That's impossible! You took guards. Armed guards, Dubson! What happened to them?"
"They are all dead, sir."
"But Chang is still a witness."
"No, sir, he was also killed."
"And why is it that you're still alive?"
"I. hmmm. I hid while the others were outside fighting. sir."
"You worthless coward! Let's see if you are still useful to me. You are to come back at once and describe, in detail, every one of the people that assaulted you!"
"Sir, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can."
"What did you say?"
"Sir, whoever attacked us, attacked from a distance, and when I saw Chang fighting against him, the attacker was wearing a mask. After he killed Chang, he took the bag and disappeared. He disappeared into thin air. I know it sound crazy, sir, but you have to."
"That's enough. Come back at once. When you arrive, you are to report this to security. Help them get a sketch of the people that attacked you, even if it's only the mask."
"Yes sir."
He hanged up and walked out of his office, two bodyguards following behind.
Close to the elevator stood his two sons. He pointed to one of them.
"Follow me."
As he passed the other, he merely sneered.
"Weak," he said.
He stepped into the elevator, his son next to him and the guards in front facing the door.
The elevator doors closed, the young man standing alone in the hallway. Deep inside him, his emotions boiled. Never would he be able to please his father. Never would he be treated as a son.
He punched the wall and walked away.
Behind him, pieces of the wall began to break away. His fist imprinted in the middle.
"Sir, I am sorry, but we did not acquire the pieces you requested."
"WHAT? What happened?"
"Sir, we had hired Chang to excavate them, but we were attacked, and the pieces taken."
"That's impossible! You took guards. Armed guards, Dubson! What happened to them?"
"They are all dead, sir."
"But Chang is still a witness."
"No, sir, he was also killed."
"And why is it that you're still alive?"
"I. hmmm. I hid while the others were outside fighting. sir."
"You worthless coward! Let's see if you are still useful to me. You are to come back at once and describe, in detail, every one of the people that assaulted you!"
"Sir, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can."
"What did you say?"
"Sir, whoever attacked us, attacked from a distance, and when I saw Chang fighting against him, the attacker was wearing a mask. After he killed Chang, he took the bag and disappeared. He disappeared into thin air. I know it sound crazy, sir, but you have to."
"That's enough. Come back at once. When you arrive, you are to report this to security. Help them get a sketch of the people that attacked you, even if it's only the mask."
"Yes sir."
He hanged up and walked out of his office, two bodyguards following behind.
Close to the elevator stood his two sons. He pointed to one of them.
"Follow me."
As he passed the other, he merely sneered.
"Weak," he said.
He stepped into the elevator, his son next to him and the guards in front facing the door.
The elevator doors closed, the young man standing alone in the hallway. Deep inside him, his emotions boiled. Never would he be able to please his father. Never would he be treated as a son.
He punched the wall and walked away.
Behind him, pieces of the wall began to break away. His fist imprinted in the middle.