"I need to let the whole world know about their crimes. I want them to make headlines everywhere! Otherwise, I won't be able to rest in peace!" The man's voice was resolute. He turned to Darius. "I didn't know how to feel when you invited me to join the Reid Consortium. I have too many concerns; I feel like the things I'm about to do will drag you down with me."

Darius raised an eyebrow. "You still agreed to it, though."

The man smiled, but it didn't meet his eyes. "The devil got to me in that instant. He told me wealthy people like yourself were heartless, that you were all disgusting and evil people. Your fortune was built from the flesh of the poor, that it was stolen from those who actually did the work for it!" His voice grew increasingly louder toward the end of the sentence, and he trembled with agitation.

Darius sensed the passers-by giving him disapproving looks, making his lips twitch. He straightened up, tucked his hands into his pockets, and said, "Alright, then. You can c