The Purge Five Years Ago
Language: en
I did five years in prison, taking the fall for my company. The day I got out, a lone G-Wagon was waiting outside the iron gates. My boss's assistant cracked the window and tossed out an envelope with a single sentence. “Nina. Compliments of Mr. Price. Two hundred and fifty bucks.” “What’s this supposed to mean?” The assistant, Kevin, sneered. “The company’s about to ring the bell and go public. Mr. Price said, to keep things civil, this two-fifty is your bus fare. The farther you go, the better.” “Where is Victor? Where are the others?” “You really think the boss himself would come pick…