The Price of Silence

DAMIAN

I paced up and down, my eyes fixed on the countdown timer on my phone. Nine minutes left. Then eight. Then seven. Sweat dripped down my temples and I wiped it away with the back of my hand, my breath coming in short, ragged bursts.

One hundred million dollars.

That was not pocket change. That was money I had worked for, bled for, built my empire on. And these little bastards thought