Wesley carried an aura of calm and certainty about him. His composure wasnt just superficial. It emanated from a profound grasp of his present circumstances.
He had intimate knowledge of the vast reach and influence of his company. More than that, he was cognizant of the powerful allies he had nurtured in secret, the critical importance of the laboratory, and the unique technique to manage and rejuvenate malevolent spirits.
This extensive awareness and understanding transford him, soone who might be seen as just an ordinary businessman, into a figure of significant importance.
So, when Wesley found himself standing before Miles, a known ghost tar, he didnt cower or show apprehension. Perhaps the only unease he felt ca from a natural trepidation towards the supernatural. But Wesley was confident: if there was any shred of rationale left in Miles, the young tar would refrain from harming him. The reality was that these ghost tars, including Miles, depended on Wesleys company for their livelihoods.
Addressing Miles, Wesley said, Miles, Ive done my research on you. Im privy to your familys history and the circumstances of your upbringing. Life for you wasnt rosy growing up in a single-parent ho. It was filled with challenges. Your unexpected encounter with a ghost during your high school years was probably a turning point, pushing you towards the life of a ghost tar. Aiming for a better social standing and wealth, given your past, isnt surprising. I may sound blunt, but its just the reality. I dont look down on such ambitions in people like you. If you decide to work alongside , youll find that these dreams can soon beco tangible.
With a subtle gesture towards one of his subordinates, he inquired, Manager Sun, how much did we quote Mr. Miles for the spirit hes captured?
Going rate is 100 million, Manager Sun replied promptly.
Wesley nodded in acknowledgnt. Refocusing on Miles, he continued, I understand and respect the risks you took with this supernatural case. But I must clarify that Im not aware of the docunts you referred to. They hold information that is deeply confidential. My role as the owner of the company doesnt grant access to such sensitive paranormal records. There seems to be so confusion on your end.
He went on, Nevertheless, we at the company always aim for peaceful relations. Hence, for the spirit youve managed to detain, were prepared to offer a sum thats 50% above the market price. Thats a substantial 150 million. Does that sound fair to you?
Wesleys strategy was clear. Instead of solely banking on his ability to control the spirits to negotiate, he decided on a more compassionate and straightforward tactic. He sought to gain Miless trust and alliance with a financial enticent. Wesley understood an essential truth: while you couldnt sway spirits with money, humans were a different matter entirely.
Upon observing Miless silence, Stretch attempted to reason with him. Miles, Im struggling to understand the connection between these files youre ntioning and our current predicant. However, I implore you to maintain your composure. Lets address this once the day is behind us. Individuals in our line of work seldom enjoy lengthy lifespans. Any clarity or answers you seek can be addressed once weve successfully prolonged the revival duration of these malevolent spirits. Does this sound agreeable?
Yet, Miles appeared to be in a world of his own. There was an unsettling quality to his stare, which was unwaveringly directed at Wesley. In a firm tone, he voiced, I will reiterate my question just once more: what is the reality underlying these files? Do not attempt to divert my attention. In my perspective, our business deal and the file situation are distinct matters. Weve held up our end by managing the supernatural event. Now, its your companys turn to fulfill its commitnt. Pertaining to the files, I demand a justification from your enterprise. Soone within your ranks faltered, and they must be held answerable.
Miless urgency to decipher the connection between the concealed portions of these files and the enigmatic corporation was palpable. His life had been in grave danger because of the gaps in this information. If those docunts had disclosed that Frank was still among the living or inford him about the ghostly coffin, Miles could have approached the situation more directly, facilitating a swifter resolution.
Therefore, soone needed to face the consequences. Be it the companys top brass or an individual at the headquarters.
Miles was doubtful he would escape unscathed if a similar predicant presented itself in the future.
Observing the unwavering determination in the young man, Wesley seed sowhat cornered. He responded, Miles, its unwise to obsess over this. In our world, many actions arent purely black or white but operate in the gray realm of self-interest. Sotis, withholding certain information can serve a larger goal, and the sacrifices made in its pursuit can be deed essential.
When our enterprise embarked on this venture, we perceived it as a sort of trial. Our initial sentints were far from hopeful. The group from the Cockroach Clubfive mbers, along with you, making sixwere dispatched with fragnted data. Our internal evaluations estimated a survival likelihood for all of you to be under one percent, and the chances of effectively resolving the supernatural incident were less than ten percent.
However, against all odds, you erged unscathed. And in doing so, youre poised to receive everything you were promised. Isnt that the ultimate objective?
Miless countenance grew severe, Your points may seem logical, but Ive always detested dealing in hypotheticals.
Without warning, Miles swiftly drew a handgun from his possession and pressed it nacingly against Wesleys head.
Excuse ? Wesley had genuinely believed his logic would soothe Miless anger, perhaps even persuade him.
Yet, the sight of Miles smoothly pulling out a handgun and positioning it squarely against his temple sent shockwaves of fear throughout Wesleys body. The unmistakable chill of the guns barrel against his skin cented the terrifying reality: Miles was genuinely contemplating ending his life.
Hes lost it; logic wont work with him, a frantic thought raced through Wesleys mind.
Within monts, Wesleys face beca pallid, bathed in sweat. Terror was painted across his features. Had his words fallen on deaf ears? What could possibly be gained from ending his life? The death would jeopardize the invaluable technique to control the reawakening of the malevolent spirit. Surely, a rational person wouldnt act with such impulsiveness.
Miles, please, think this through, Wesley implored, his hands lifted in a gesture of submission, his body rigid with fright, Killing will unleash a storm of consequences.
Calm? Ill only find peace with you out of the picture, Miles retorted, his tone dripping with nace. If no one is stepping up to account for this ss, then youll beco the scapegoat. Unless that happens, situations like this will happen again. With your death, anyone who engages with supernatural affairs in the future will think twice before feeding doctored information. The ssage will be loud and clear about what happens when one crosses paths with , Miless words were sharp, slicing through the thick tension like a knife.
Hearing this, a bone-chilling dread overca Wesley. He grasped the gravity of Miless plan. The young man intended to use him as a cautionary tale, reminiscent of the adage kill the chicken to scare the monkey, signifying to penalize one as an example to deter others.
While Miles might have been in the dark about who the real puppeteer orchestrating events was, he didnt particularly care. His sole objective was to broadcast a stark warning: betraying him would be t with fatal consequences.
To Miles, Wesley was the perfect target, a visible figurehead who appeared to hold considerable influence.
The unmistakable click of the guns safety being released was haunting. That dread-inducing sound, accentuated by its closeness to Wesleys forehead, reverberated nacingly in the silent room.
Wait, wait, lets talk this through, Wesley beseeched, his voice quivering with panic, beads of sweat forming on his face.
Ive heard enough, Miles replied, his voice frosty. Then, in the very next mont, the deafening sound of a gunshot resonated.
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