There were police cars everywhere with lights flashing while officers and detectives walked throughout the parking lot.

There was police tape blocking the front entrance.

As soon as she drove near, she was instructed to park her vehicle and go with an officer.

She was eventually taken to the station for questioning, and after spending the morning there, she was released early in the afternoon.

Earlier that same day, the fat man had to leave his corner early, where he was marketing some products, because he was due in court for charges of writing bad cheques throughout the city.

His driver picked him up, and they reached the court in minutes.

After waiting for two hours, he got his case postponed in five minutes.

After which, his Bentley was outside waiting to take him home.

His home was not far from the courthouse at all, and despite his business acumen, the fat man lived in the slums in an area where homelessness and drug use were rampant.

When he entered the car, his driver informed him of the situation at Organic Sprouts.

By then the media was there in full force as the street was lined with production trucks, a helicopter flying overhead, and the presstitutes all maneuvering for the best angles and shots to maximize and exploit the situation as best they could.

The fat man tried to reach the boss numerous times to no avail.

As he arrived home, he got into a verbal altercation with his driver, who was livid about not receiving his wages yet again.

When he got out, he slammed the door, and the driver sped off in a rage.

Once inside the dimly lit lobby, the fat man, sweating more than usual, wiped his face with his hankerchief and then was startled by the building superintendent.

"There were three greys here earlier looking for you."

The fat man's heart jumped, and his chest began to hurt.

He knew his time was limited, so he pushed the elevator button rapidly.

His plan was to get his valuables and get out as soon as possible.

Once he got to his apartment, he went straight for his safety deposit box but noticed the items in his room had been tampered with. 

People have been there.

He grabbed his safety deposit box and frantically headed to the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he was encountered by the three greys who barged right in.

They took him out of his unit to the elevator, where they went to the top floor.

After breaking the door handle, they accessed the stairs to the roof.

On the roof, the city seemed so serene.

They then brought the fat man to the ledge.

On the ledge, he started speaking. Explaining why he does what he does in order to survive in the rat race and that he is a product of the system, he blamed the system.

While what he said made sense, they knew he didn't mean any of it and that every word he spoke was a lie. They also knew that salesmen were the lowest of the low.

But, after a quick glance, the greys nodded and agreed to spare the fat man, who was extremely gracious.

Back at the apartment, the greys made themselves at home in the living room, listening to Einaudi while the fat man proudly served his finest scotch.

As nighttime fell, the festivities came to an abrupt halt as the fat man received a call from the police asking him to come to the station for questioning.

The greys left the apartment, and soon after the fat man put on his top hat and tuxedo jacket and headed out the door.

The greys remain at large.

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