"What do you see?" the old man asked his son.
"Money," Sinclair answered, shocked at the amount before him. This was the first time he was seeing this amount of cash.
"What kind of money? The little kind or the truckload kind."
"The truckload kind."
"Now this is what happens when you plan well. If you had planned yourself better, you could have gotten this. Now I'm not saying that you can't get this since you already have my blood flowing within you.
"All I'm saying is that if you use your potential well, you'll be able to achieve this or even more than this."
Sinclair was ready to learn from his father and he celebrated with the man, however their celebrations were cut short when they heard gunshots and sirens all around them.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Edinburgh screamed as he walked out to see the entire police department and the money control department from the company.