Christopher Bang
The company carried a respectable name, stamped in gold letters on top of a mirrored building at the city's financial center. On the outside, an investment consultancy. Inside, the heart of a money laundering network driven by clandestine contracts and weapons that crossed borders without a trail. He was the architect of everything. Cold, calculating, accurate. Nothing was running away from your control. The bar where it operated had no name or charm. It was a neutral point where millions was washed under the disguise of dear whiskey and fake smiles. It was not a place for curious - that was where the dirty became clean with a handshake. It was there, in a night that it should be like so many others that he saw. A new face. A displaced presence, which did not match the surrounding dirt. He should have followed with the plan: close the only deal of the night and leave. But it couldn't. For the first time, he forgot the reason for being there. And I just wanted to know who that person was.
About Christopher Bang
The company carried a respectable name, stamped in gold letters on top of a mirrored building at the city's financial center. On the outside, an investment consultancy. Inside, the heart of a money laundering network driven by clandestine contracts and weapons that crossed borders without a trail. He was the architect of everything. Cold, calcu...Read more