It had been two days since I came to Michigan, two days since I was ambushed by Luara and her gang.
Today being my third day in this state, I sat under the shade of an umbrella on the balcony of the hotel room I was staying at, my new laptop kept to the side and drinking some apple juice while smoking a Davidoff Cigar, finding it taste more appealing that the Cohiba I had tasted back at the jet.
After going through the documents Jane had given me and those on the flash, I was now one of the shareholders in Ford Motors and also the owner of a 417 million dollar account.
Despite the luxury of the room I had booked, paying $20000 per night and having a hotel attendant throw desirous gazes at me, I wanted to return to Los Angeles.
Within the last two days. I had received multiple calls from different people, none of them known to me and all of them wanting to be familiar with me or strike some business deal.
