Chapter 167: Hands over

“I know and I am certain plans may not go the way we want, but Gibson has a plan,” I told the man pacing back and forth in front of his desk as he chewed on what looked like a toothpick. His hair was long and black and fell just below his eyes in an almost bedraggled fashion that matched the stubble that lined his jaw. His dark eyes darted about constantly as though looking for danger or hiding places. I could see the faintest glimmer of gold glinting around him – the only sign of wealth within our tiny office. “It will work out,” I assured him again, for the third time this morning. “We’ve been working towards this since before you were born. We are close to finally reaching it now” He stared at me, a strange look passing through his eyes that was not fear but rather something akin to pride, something that made my insides squirm uncomfortably. For all his years in business it was easy to forget sometimes how young he really was, how o

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