FLASHBACK.

Twenty five years ago.

James Williams was seated in front of the bald, old man before him. It was another tiresome day in front of Thomas Garcia, his rival and CEO of his opposing company. That day, he had gone there for the same reason he had been frequenting the company. He was waiting patiently for a positive reply until Thomas began to say;

'I'm sorry to inform you that…'

The rest of the sentence grew redundant to James's ears. His offer had been rejected. Again!

He glanced up to the ceiling and shut his eyes tight, trying to contain the anger that was brewing inside of him. This was all Thomas's doing, that bastard!.

James had been trying to get a permit to begin his new project but Thomas was doing all he could to prevent it from happening.

Not wanting to go home and report the news of his failure to his wife he decided to go to the usual bar where he hung out with his friends.

Being the kind of person that he was, James didn't have much friends. He wasn't exactly