Unexpected Trillionaire.

Are you really serious?

The black leather Oxford shoe of a tall Chubby man on black suit landed on the floor.

A black pasotti umbrella was immediately raised over his head as he lit his Arturo Fuente Don Carlos cigar and puffed a smoke in the air.

The weather is now getting ominous, the sky graying as thick clouds roll in, casting an eerie shadow over the scene.

"Are you sure we got the right person?"

The cold and detached voice of the chubby man broke through the intense situation.

Just then the other hench man nodded.

"Yes boss, it's her, Sandra Douglas."

The voice of the hench man was cold and detached.

The pitter-patter of raindrops began to drum against the pavement, the sound growing steadily louder, masking any other noise in the vicinity.

The air crackled with tension, a palpable sense of foreboding hanging like a heavy cloak.

"I hope you secured the line before receiving the call earlier today?"

The chubby man asked as he puffed more smoke into the air.

The weight of his question was heavy upon his