Chapter 17: The Dorian Collective

A Better Tomorrow, Part 2

Despite what he told his potential clients, George Harbinger hated his job almost as much as he hated himself for agreeing to it, but it paid excruciatingly well. He sunk low into the wall beside the payphone to keep his voice from carrying. 

“He’s in,” he said. The receiver bulged enough to irritate the lip of cartilage around the helix of his ear. “He had a change of heart...just like you said.”

“The Plan never lies.”

After a brief, but awkward moment of dead space, George continued, albeit warily.

“So what happens next? Kranz is expecting his money up front.”