67 - Veronica's confession.

Five years later;

Dickson stood in a semblance of Sly in the office. He was apologetic but Sly's gaze was brutal. Time had changed him. Sly was cold and unfeeling. His office was remodeled with white decor, complemented by black furniture. He stared at Dickson distrustfully and with a regretful tone, he spoke.

"What did you say?" Sly's voice was icy and his eyes fiery. His expression was stony.

"Mr. Bru..Bruks proposed a business and I...I invested because mother advised me to," Dickson stammered.

"And what happened?" Sly was calm but his voice was cold. He was clouded in a charcoal grey suit. His face had become hard over the years since he hardly smiled.

"We...we lost everything," Dickson stammered pathetically, Clad in a medium grey suit. While people wised up over the years, he still exhumed foolishness.

"Damn you, Dickson," Sly slammed his desk so hard Dickson jumped in fright. "I don't want to see you anywhere near this company.