Levi Lloyd: Race To The Top

051: Confiscate The Result!

There was silence over the phone for some minutes and the technician glanced around uneasily before calling out again,

"Sir?"

"Who is it?" A deep baritone voice questioned from the other side.

"I do not know but the family involved doesn't seem so simple. It was a guard that dropped off the drugs."

"Are you certain it's from my company? There are many counterfeits and similar drugs like ours out there nowadays. You could be mistaken."

"It's yours sir. I can't be mistaken about this," Perhaps because the technician felt his voice was too loud, his fingers wrapped around the mobile phone tightly and he whispered,

"Sir, don't forget. I also partook in the testing during the manufacture of those drugs."

The line went silent again and the technician wiped the sweat that had started to form on his forehead.

"Is the result out?"

"No sir."

"Good," The deep, baritone voice sounded relieved. "Confiscate the real result. Don't let it get out."

"Sir..." The technician was anxious.

"Listen to me.