Why I Became A Contractor: Part 11

Monday, 5th Of March 2018. 1900 Hours. Lynn's Planning Room.

Here I was, standing between the computer screen and the blank wall behind me. The breeze of the air conditioner hit me on the next as I finished reading my father's computer. The information about Sissy's father was adequate enough to put him in jail.

The problem was that the jury could be bribed and the attorney could be subdued. There was no other way besides killing him and wipe out his entire legacy. I wanted to do it in the most impactful way I could inflict to Sissy. My personal vendetta wasn't to her parents, but to her.