Twisted Desires

30. There's All Good In Evil

"Is five enough?" Scott asked, glancing up from the iPad.

Michael looked at him, frowning. "Depends. How much money is five people?"

Scott shrugged. "About seven million."

"More," Michael replied firmly.

Scott nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. They were deep in it now, no turning back. The stakes were high, and they had to risk it all.

Meanwhile, Hanni paced around the underground floor, chewing her fingernail nervously. The dim light cast long shadows, making the space feel even more claustrophobic. Her mind raced with possibilities and fears, the weight of their plan pressing heavily on her shoulders.

Michael's gaze followed her for a moment before returning to Scott. "We need at least ten million. It's not just about the money; it's about sending a message."

Scott sighed, rubbing his temples. "Alright. I'll see what I can do. But we need to be careful. One wrong move, and we're all done for."

Hanni stopped pacing, her eyes locking onto Michael's. "We can do this," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "We've come this far. We can't back down now."

Michael nodded, a determined look in his eyes. "You're right. Let's finish what we started."

"But is it the right thing to do?" a wavering voice sounded.

Hanni whipped her head toward the door. Mr. Graham stood there, leaning heavily on his cane as he moved forward. "The way you all speak of these victims is so similar to the people you're supposed to destroy," he said, his voice carrying a quiet gravity.

Hanni wrinkled her face in confusion and frustration. "Are you saying we're no better?" she asked, stepping forward.

Mr. Graham's expression remained neutral. "I'm simply saying, in this world, there are no heroes and no villains, just a lot of grey areas," he replied.

Scott ran up and hugged Mr. Graham, who returned the embrace, though frailly. The scene was tender, a stark contrast to the tension filling the room. Hanni glanced over at Minji, who simply shrugged, offering no comfort or answers. She sighed deeply and sank into a nearby chair, her mind a whirlwind of doubt and determination.

She wasn't a bad person, she reminded herself. She was a victim of circumstances, doing what she needed to survive and protect those she cared about. And now, she could be a role model, showing strength and resilience in the face of adversity. Hanni took a deep breath, steeling herself for the challenges ahead. This fight wasn't just about money or revenge—it was about finding her own place in the murky grey of their world and standing firm.

Hanni took a deep breath, steeling herself for the challenges ahead. This fight wasn't just about money or revenge—it was about finding her own place in the murky grey of their world and standing firm.

Mr. Graham settled into a chair, clearly fatigued from his journey. He looked around the room, his eyes filled with a mix of weariness and concern. "So, what's the plan?" he asked, his voice softer now.

"We gather more people," Micheal said, his tone resolute. "The more voices we have, the stronger our case. We expose the corruption and demand what's rightfully ours."

Minji stepped forward, her eyes bright with determination. "We use the power of the people. We start small—contact those who've been wronged, get their stories, and then we amplify their voices. We create a groundswell of support that can't be ignored."

Hanni nodded, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. "We'll be smart about it. Careful. We can't afford any mistakes."

Mr. Graham watched them, his eyes glistening with a hint of pride. "You all remind me of myself, once upon a time," he said quietly. "Fighting against the odds, trying to make things right."