Oscar set down the receiver and threw his hands up.
"I'm not resisting. Don't spook my staff," he said.
Chace tried to step in, but Oscar's look stopped him.
This incident was major. Almost half of Flesta's people had fallen victim.
Everyone at the company, Chace included, got hauled in for questioning. As the head, Oscar was the main target.
The line went dead, and Debra's heart sank.
"Those bastards," Randy cursed, "hitting us on both sides. No wonder the Illuminati has been quiet. They have been gunning for our partners."
"They're smart," Debra said. "Can't take us head-on, so they go after our allies. They want everyone to see partnering with us as a dead end. If we let this slide, we're doomed eventually."
"What should we do?" Erica stomped, fuming. "We just sit here and watch them pick off our friends one by one?"
"They're showing us what happens if we cross them. They want us to bow. The only way out is to flip the script and strike first."
"Strike first? What does that mean?" Randy asked.
"Their leader's hiding. I'll invite him to meet us," Debra replied.
Randy's jaw dropped. "What? That's too risky. They might take us all out."
"He's bold enough to stay with them," Debra replied. "He'll figure out a way to survive."
Erica could sense her frustration. Drake was in for it.
...
In a suburban villa, Michael got Debra's message.
She claimed she knew where the real stone was. To get it, they'd have to spare the Odom family.
He smiled without noticing it.
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