In a luxurious hotel room, two men were sitting on gorgeous armchairs. One of the men held a tablet in his hands, his lips curled into a sinister smile as excitement gleamed in his eyes. The other man was smoking, the smoke curtained the vile look in his eyes.
"This is marvellous," he laughed, "their stock price is dropping and the customer count on our side just won't stop increasing." He smirked.
"You've gotten what you want," the other man said, lips parting to exhale a large amount of smoke, "now it's time you fulfilled your end of the bargain." He glared at his companion.
"Callan, Callan," he clicked his tongue, "always so impatient." He chuckled mockingly.
"I don't have time for your games Richard." Callan eyed him, voice tight with barely restrained anger. "We made a deal." He said firmly.
