Chapter One Hundred Thirty One

The email calling for an impromptu meeting caught the investors off guard. And those who were in the city promised to attend.

Alas, when they arrived, they wished they didn’t. They should have been out with their side chicks and some of them somewhere flaunting their wives.

The new prison warden learned something. Yes, the one who was vetted and employed by Trevor Genos had been fired, because, why not?

The previous warden was easy to push around and there was a high chance if someone realized what the Jacksons did, he would start singing kumbaya, something Milton didn’t want.

Milton was the one who asked Trevor to ensure the last one was fired before his departure.

Since Milton has nothing going on in the prison, and he didn’t see himself investing in any company supplying goods to the prison, he didn’t care who was employed.

Now, he wished he had. As much as he didn’t want to worry, he was. Because even though the other investors were bored out of their minds learning why they wer