Plan B

CHAPTER NINETY FOUR

WILLIAM GRANDE

I sat in the private lounge in one of the most secluded restaurants, waiting for the assembly man of the country to arrive. I kept lifting my wrist, turning it around and checking what the time was.

He was three minutes late to the agreed time. I knew I had come earlier, but once it was the agreed time, I began to check my wrist over and over again.

I turned my wrist around, and when I checked for the umpteenth time and lifted my head, I saw him walking into the restaurant. I sighed deeply asbi stretched out on my seat. He walked towards me, and we quickly exchanged handshakes before he sat down on the chair opposite me.

We began to talk about ways to keep me out of jail. He talked about pulling some strings to prevent me from being found guilty in court for the scandal case.

I didn't quit understand what he planned to do, and how he planned to pull this strings, but I decided to let him do his job since I knew it too well that he was good at wha