Chapter 293
Vincent
The sound of shattering plastic and glass is deeply unsatisfying. My tablet explodes against the wall, shards skittering across the polished concrete floor of my office.
For months now.
For months, I've had this bastard, this ghost going by the alias Panther, nipping at my heels, messing with my operations.
At first, it was minor. Annoyances. A shipment delayed by a "random" traffic accident. A warehouse lock found mysteriously picked, nothing stolen, just a message. I brushed it off as some delusional wannabe trying to make a name for himself.
Because this fucking bastard had the audacity to have a message delivered to me. A single, typewritten line: " Come under me."
Impossible. Laughable.
But it stopped being laughable.
