Prologue

A man dressed in a green two-piece suit threw stacks of paper at two men. The man held a walking stick in his left hand.

The two men stood in front of the man and bowed their heads in embarrassment, neither attempting to speak, for they knew the repercussions.

"What nonsense is this!" the man spat out. "Where is the file that contains the contract between Foreshore Buildings and Power International Limited? Where is it?" he shouted at the men in front of him.

"I'm not speaking to the deaf and dumb, am I?" he said when he noticed the men were not speaking. He was furious; the document was critical to him and his business's progress.

"Sir...sir, we are sorry. We mixed the files up and—" The man speaking was harshly cut off.

"Shut up!"

"You mixed up the files and lost it?" He scoffed, then he chuckled lightly. "Then you both lose your jobs the same way the file was lost," he said firmly.

"What!" Both men gasped, raising their heads to look at their boss, one of the most powerful men in America. Richard Anthony Power was a well-known business tycoon who only cared about his business and his family.

"Sir...we are sorry, we promise to rectify our mistakes," both men said simultaneously as they fell to their knees, pleading.

Mr. Power dialed a number on his landline. "Security, come to my office now!" he demanded. The men knew what he meant. They were fired, and if they didn't leave, he'd have security take them away by force, so they got up and left.

"Mr. Power, you called me," a young man dressed in a two-piece black suit said, getting Mr. Power's attention.

"I want you to go to Switzerland and bring Andrew back to America by any means," Mr. Power demanded.

"I shall do as told, sir," the man said firmly before taking his leave.