Ring! Ring!
Jonathan called Darren's phone. "It's done, Mr. Steele. He's signed it."
"Good," Darren nodded. "Well done, Mr. Vance. I knew I could trust your coercion."
"So what do we do now? Do we really discard the evidence?"
"Of course not," Darren said plainly. "Prep them for another media release. Then start creating the case for the first lawsuit. Gareth Smithers's company is going to crumble. Ironic that it will crumble the same way it rose; using a dodgy contract."
Vance smiled.
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Darren was the owner of this illustrious dome, so he had all the right to saunter around with the swag that only the one who owned the building could have.
The old building loomed over his head, the glass and iron walls that had been dulled by time were being replaced. As the men walked, they kept glancing at the young man who owned the place.
'That kid is the one who bought this building?'
