A Smile Beneath the Trap
At this moment, a patrol car happened to drive by.
The tires rolled slowly over the asphalt of the quiet residential road in Valemont. The morning sun hung high, pale and indifferent, washing the buildings in sterile light.
Behind the wheel was none other than Manager Avil.
As soon as he drove past, he heard Evan speaking loudly on the phone.
"…three hundred billion…"
Avil's brows snapped together.
He slammed the brakes.
The patrol car jerked to a stop beside Evan.
The window rolled down with a sharp mechanical whine.
"New guy, are you out of your mind?" Avil barked. "Can't you go a single day without showing off?"
Evan turned slowly, phone still in hand, eyes dark.
Avil sneered.
"Three hundred billion? The paper in your trash can doesn't even add up to three hundred billion."
He shoved the door open and stepped out, rubber baton in hand, pointing it straight at Evan's chest.
