Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

"Prepare for the wrath of the CARDINALS!!!"

"His excellency, we have the man. We are driving to the agreed location as we speak."

The voice over the speaker came. But the Prime Minister didn't know what to say. He was reluctant to say the words. His eyes were glued to the TV screen which was a distance away from him and Madam Casper.

The both of them had just watched with mouth agape as Alves led the gateman into the press Hall to give the speech. And now, someone was calling him, the P.M., telling him that they have the man.

"What man are you talking about?"

The P.M. finally found his voice. His eyes were glued to the TV screen, yet it was obvious that his attention was on whoever was speaking with him over the phone.

He didn't have the luxury of time to check out the reaction of Madam Casper. He seemed to be caught up in his own worries too. He needed someone to bail him out of the bars of confusion which he had just been hurled into.

"The man whom you sent us to retrieve. Sarah Casper's gateman."

The man argued over the