Sinclair got home that day as he laid on the couch checking through his contacts. He was going to create a platform from where he would stay and know who his enemy was and how to take out his enemy.
Edinburgh entered the living room to see how busy his son was. This had him beaming with pride.
"I can see you staring, dad," Sinclair called out before looking up to smile at his old man.
"I can't believe your first day went so well. I can count how many people would have a hard time there with that Greg around."
He entered the room to see the maids clearing up the dining table.
"You just had dinner?" the old man pointed out as Sinclair nodded.
"I got hungry while working on the next step of my plan."
"Which is?"
"To know my enemy."
"I don't follow," the man scratched his head.