COLORS OF HATRED

Liam returned to his drinking, taking a sip while stealing glances at the game. A moment later, he turned to his friend, he found him looking smugly at his glass of drink.

“Talk to me Nel. What’s going on? If it is about the listings, we got in and that should not be a problem.”

“It is not about the listing, bro. It is something else. I guess you haven’t heard.”

“Heard what?” Liam was signaling the barista for another drink.

“Wells is being devalued.”

Liam looked at him, saw the seriousness on his face, and waved for the barista to go. Realization hit him and he mumbled.

“AB listings was just a cover. The wolves have gathered and want to have a feast.”

Nelson nodded and added,

“Whatever you do, don’t go face to face with the execs on Wall Street. They will kill your case before you even get a chance to present it.”

“What do I do then?”

“Be calm, receive the buy-out offer, and look through it carefully to find a way out. It could be an ambiguity in the words or misrepresentation. That