Locke Bullard stood on the flying bridge of the Sormcloud. Never in a million years of corporate scheming-with all his plotting, counter plotting, and preparations forever eventuality-could he have expected it would come to this. Howd it go yesterday? Bullard asked. When they learned there was no cake, the party began. Williams had to leave suddenly. The guests all left with him. So the chinese had killed Williams and got their asses shot off in return. Another thing the party got crashed.
Posted on: Thu, 06 Mar 2014 00:11:52 +0000
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