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Prologue

The office doors burst open and in he walked, striding menacingly from the corridor.

"How did you get in here?" I ask, taken back. There was no answer.

"I'll say it again, Sir. What are you doing in my office?" again, no answer, he just moves closer, bearing his disgusting, crooked teeth.

"Sit down, old man." he ordered, pushing me back into my chair.

"What is it you want?"

"I want your company, Lynch."

"Excuse me?" I stutter, "Who are you?"

He reaches into his back pocket and grumbles,

"not important. Here." he throws a pen at me.

"I want you to sign over your business to me, everything in my name."

"and If I refuse?" the man answers, by pulling out a small pistol from his blazer and smiles, pointing it at me. Shit! He's insane! And I'm trapped, in my own bloody office for God sake! I am silent, not knowing what to say or do.

"Okay" I sigh, not knowing what else to do. I grab a sheet from my desk drawer and begin to write.

"Where are the documents?" he snarled.

"In the safe," I gesture towards the back of the room, "the combination is 1-8-2-1." my anniversary. He lowers the pistol and goes to the safe. Quick! This is my chance! I leap from my desk and run for the door, just as I reach the handle, an agonising pain shoots through my back and I collapse to the floor. Shit!

"Where do you think you're going?" he sneers, "stay here!" like I have a fucking choice! He walks to the desk, gun still pointed and snatches the piece of paper, and he quickly skims over it before shoving it into his pocket.

"Thank you, Ernest. Nice doing business with you." he laughs as he walks towards me. He holds the pistol to my temple.

"Please. Please!" I cry out. His eyes are ice cold.

"Oh. Ernest. Don't be upset. It's just business." he pulls the trigger.....