CHAPTER 70
KARL C. JOHNSON
KARL FIXED HIS TABLE while Brian sat with his feet on the NWO presidency table.
— I wish you success, Brian.
— Agreement is agreement.
— What you did was really the best for everyone, I hope you're as happy as I was.
Karl placed a document on the table.
— Just sign it, you know what it is… I've given you temporary powers over the OWL, but it doesn't give you the right to usurp it, you know Kev must succeed him and there will be no negotiations.
— I'm a Johnson too.
— You're just a spoiled brat with the same last name as ours.
Brian barely saw the movement Karl made, holding him by the neck, pressed a button and the window opened.
— Wh... what... what... will you... do? — — Said in a heroic effort.
— You have two options, it can be the front page of the newspaper as the new president of the Order, or simply the cover of the newspaper saying that the heir to the treadmill, David Heringer killed himself.
Brian looked down and it wasn't a pleasant fall.
He gave three light slaps in surrender.
— Good boy.
Karl tossed it close to the table and pressed the button to close the door.
— Do you really think I'm defeated, boy?
— Of course... after all, I wouldn't put everything to waste just because of a chair.
Karl smiled friendly.
— Just sign, Brian, show me how much I still appreciate you for everything you've done for us, I paid too high a price for you to take it all away from me.
Brian signed.
— Good boy, now let's get to the plan.