The chairman of the Bell Fashions was watching blurry video footage on a desktop. The video showed his forty-floored building getting crushed to the ground at once.

“How is this possible?” He had his hands on his forehead, fingers rubbing left and right. “Even bombs would take five to ten seconds to make this big of a building fall to the ground, but this footage shows the building falling in a second. Just… how? It’s like someone pummeled the whole building down instantly. It makes no fucking sense. I wish I had the insurance. Dammit!”

The footage was taken by a camera from a faraway building, so the visuals weren’t clear, especially because it was dark at the time.

One of the directors rushed into the room, gasping, “Chairman, the Myers family offloaded their holdings.”

“Are you kidding me?” the chairman stood in shock, taking his glasses off his face. “Why didn’t Gregory call me? He’s our biggest client!”

“That’s not all, sir,” the director blurted out. “Bell’s stock prices alr