Your Brother-in-law

...Be downstairs in five minutes or forget about living...

Warren flung his phone in fear and without waiting for his wife to question him, he scurried downstairs. If the voice he heard on the phone was real, then he was dead. He flew down the stairs to meet the 'visitor' who was seated comfortably on the sofa, sipping from a glass of blood-red wine.

  "Mr. Knight," Warren called out in respect. The man before him maybe his son-in-law but three was no way he was going to disrespect him. Malcolm finally looked at him, his eyes as icy as ever.

  "Start talking," Malcolm said.

Warren was confused. What was the meaning of this? Was this man trying to play a prank?

He smiled, "Is Mr. Knight trying to crack a joke?"

Malcolm didn't reply. He kept looking at the giant clock at the other end of the room and after exactly five minutes, he threw a stack of documents at Warren. Realizing how serious the man before him was, Warren pick