“Look at how far we have come,” Greg exclaimed. “Two nobodys, two nothings to becoming the heads of two world class corporations. This is our dreams come true.” If he wasn’t right, I wouldn’t feel bad about the next five minutes. I wouldn’t feel like shit, like a traitor, like I am betraying my brother, betrayed, rather.

It’s too late now, and the evidence is piled up against him. He was not always my enemy; actually, quite the opposite. Things were simpler back then. But now, with the feds running up the stairs now, sealing off the exits, repossessing all his assets and liquidating his accounts, that no longer matters. It is too late to save him, though I’m scrambling to find an answer as we sip french vanilla coffee. I wish I could take his place but this is chess: no backsees, no mistakes that are not punsished. Just cold, dead calulation and results of that.