RETURN OF THE TRILLIONAIRE: CAGE

MORE TO GAIN, MORE TO LOSE.

"Where the fuck are you!" He growled to himself, already starting to get nervous. He feared for the worst even though his tracks had been perfectly covered. Every incident that had led to this was impeccably executed.

Something was wrong, and he hoped Cage wasn't behind it. If he was, then that was going to be the end. He couldn't imagine his mission ending before it even started.

"Think, think!" He berated himself, wanting to be optimistic about the whole thing. But it was past time. He looked at the clock again and it seemed to stare back at him with the alarming reality. He was fighting so hard not to pick up the phone right now.

The only sound in the room was that or his angry brooding and the ticking of the Victorian-esque clock tucked at the far corner of the wall.

For Daryl, there wasn't any time to waste and f*ck around. Morality was just a facade and a construct of the weak-minded. For him, it didn't matter whether the path to conquest was paved with virtue or vice. What