Chapter Seven

John Benson was ready for work, he stood at the centre of the sitting room adjusting his tie when Mr Benson rolled his wheel chair into the sitting room, his beard was slightly grey from old age and there were wrinkle’s on his face. Mr Benson became crippled sixteen years ago when he fell down the stairs in the Carl's mansion.

“John”

his voice boomed as he called out to his son

John who was backing his dad knew he would ask of the plan again and drill him about getting it done fast, he had been scheming against his best friend for years now all on his father's instruction but he couldn't tell Fred any of this cause he couldn't bear to bring any more suffering to his family.

“are you sure this plan will work"

He asked looking pensive

“Yes Dad, Mr Jem told me he sent someone with no experience, am sure she can’t find any loop hole, besides I’ll be supplying her the information so I’ll sieve them before handing it over to her”

John said grabbing his bag as he took his first step

“well,