Chapter 156

• [VECTOR]
• “Good,” I say over the phone as I exit my room, the suit blazer still wrapped around my arm. I make a beeline for the stairs. “Send someone to inspect the goods at the dock. I don’t want another disaster like the last one. I hate it when our men are being arrogant instead of focused on the job.”
• “Well, it’s not really their fault,” Marcus says from the other end of the phone, his voice a little softer and drowsier than usual. A piece of soft music plays in his background, and I can bet a billion dollars that he just put his younger son to sleep. He’s only a year old. “Power is like crack to a foot soldier; they often abuse it.”