Uturn: Levels of Betrayal, 9

When wealth and power transfers into darkness

HARRIS

I opened the door and Leonard came all but came spilling into my suite’s living area. After the encounter with the FBI, the meeting that Seymore had arranged ensued and it had been nothing pretty.

I had been contemplating my next move carefully, but it wasn’t until Paul pulled the balls to come to my hotel and scuff me to the floor, did I feel that my plan had to come into action. As I had divulged my carefully crafted blueprint to the rest of the group, I was not at all surprised at the shock and dismay that were on most of their faces. All except for Pamela, who had assisted in its construction, and Seymore who had an expression of indifference. That dude could be an actor the way he was able to camouflage his emotions.

I was not surprised that my idea didn’t pan over well with my partners, but in all honesty, I didn’t give a shit. It was really to give all of them a heads up as to whether they wanted to continue on the ship we started off sailing together or relocate themselves to another yacht. Or a lifeboat. Either way, I told them more for them to utilize the information at their discretion, rather than asking them to join in on the plot that would inevitably come to pass. So whatever ol’ Leonard wanted to say was of no consequence to me. Things had already…