"How did it go?" Jensen Morrison asked as he plucked the celery leaves and tossed them in the trash.
"Of course it's handled. How could I take your money otherwise? This is your cousin, right? What do you want to do with him? Just say the word. Want me to take him out? Toss him into international waters?"
"Hans!" Jensen Morrison frowned.
"Fine, fine! I know you're a vegetarian. Then let's find an island and put him to hard labor, how about that? Letting him fend for himself for the rest of his life would be a good deed."
"Don't touch him. I'll send my own people to get him." Jensen Morrison didn't trust these stone-cold killers. He was also worried that a sloppy job would create problems down the line.
"Alright then. Director Morrison, you've really changed—being soft-hearted isn't a good thing, you know!"
"Thanks for the reminder. The rest of the money will be transferred to your Vayle account today."
