Andy Kwon sat behind his desk as he fidgeted about with everything he could get his hands on. The phone on his table rang as he hurriedly picked it up with a grim expression. A voice over the phone informed that the last sum of 300 million has been succesfully wired over into one of the swiss account that was opened under his late wife's name. Andy sighed in relief as he checked over the internet confirming that the transaction was succesfully done, now he can finally put plan B in action. Plan A had taken 3 years of Andy's time to plan and to execute. On the front he tried his hardest to maintain the image of a successful entreprenuer that donated generously to charitiable needs, but as we know by now he is also the head of a international syndicate that deals in arms and drugs smuggling. What we do not know is the fact that he has been quitely siphoning money off from the profits of both his legal and illegal business. He had first arranged for his daugther to get in contact with Room 39 on the pretext of buying large amount of drugs and when they finally made contact, he had requested for their money laundering service instead. He needed to make sure his money was clean for his plan to be able to proceed.

Picking up a mobile phone on his table, he began to dial a number that was etched in his memory.  It was an old old friend of his and the last person he can probably trust to help him now. The call was answered after a few short rings and a cheery voice greeted his ears. "Hi Andy, how nice of you to call finally." Andy frowned at the sarcastic greeting and replied curtly "Lets meet up tomorrow. Same time, old meeting place." The voice visibly stiffen at Andy's reply and the next response was serious and businesslike. "Noted" The call ended with a click and Andy put down the phone and took out his glasses. As he polished them, different possibilities ran through his head. If this plan works out, he and his daughter would be given a new life and a new identity. Then he could take her for the vacation they never had before. His eyes glinted at that thought as he slowly and methodically cleaned his glasses. It was a habit he could never seem to break from. An action he always does when pondering about stuffs.

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A hand reached out from under the covers over the woman that had somehow found her way beside him. A voice greeted him informing him of the answer he was waiting for. "Boss, your suspicions has been confirmed. Andy has deflected over to the side." Anger flashed in his eyes as he took in the news. With steely voice honed by barely restrained rage "Since the death of his two best friends hasn't seem to have awaken him from his dreams, then perhaps its time he face the damned guillotine, Kill him"