Chapter 81. The Fundraiser

VULTORIAN

I hesitate a moment as the phone rang, my hand flinching from fear of the unknown, and in that instant, I relaxed, and moved my hand away from my cell. If I didn't know whom Agenda was, why should I fear him, or give life to his threats? The music soothed me.

Agenda, Vendetta

Continued to flash in the screen.

A few seconds later the activation of my digital voicemail silenced classical music with a definite click, then a defaulted program played my voice to the caller.

For a moment, nothing.

A few minutes later I heard a slight beep noise.

He left a voice mail...

It took a moment for me to check the message. The air grew stale, my pulse quickening. I wasn't looking forward to the reality of the situation. In life, no matter how big and powerful you were, there were just some people you didn't say "no" to.

Rejecting that elite group of people, the enlightened ones, would cost you everything, and I had many of them in my