August 10, 2009.
“What the hell is Sebastin doing? He was supposed to have checked in with us how long ago? And I’m just finding this out now?” Despite his anger, Alan Mayer’s voice was barely audible over the drone of the two airplane engines swiftly pulling them closer to California.
“He’s done this before. It’s never been a problem. He’s always come back to update us, every time,” answered Rajive.
“So, if there aren’t any problems, why am I on this plane headed to California?”
“He missed the final delivery. We suspect he’s already obtained the list of names. He has not made contact with us to arrange his payment, and we haven’t been able to reach him.”
“We haven’t paid him at all yet?”
“No, sir, not a dime. His full payment ...