The Ultimate Host

Hendrix snatched the photo out of the advisor's hand. " This is not good." Is this real?" The advisor started nodding his head. " Yes, that photo is 100 percent real." Hendrix carefully looked at the photo and started shaking his head. " I knew that ȧsshole would get his some day." Always believes he has to get the last word." What a fuċkɨnġ prick." I'm glad he's dead." Hendrix sighed. But not too glad." That ȧsshole owned Emerson Motors." The very same company that provides us with all the vehicles roaming around this city." A billion-dollar company to be exact." Hendrix grabbed the photo out of the advisor's hand, crumbling it up into a paper ball, tossing it over his shoulder.. The paper ball landed into the small trash bin that sat in the corner of the marble wall facing the dining hall. " Hendrix noticed his advisor had a folder clutched in his hands. " What do you got there?" The advisor darted his eyes down to the folder." These are Emerson's files." So what do they say?" The advisor opened them and showed them to Hendrix." Nothing absolutely nothing. "It's blank." Hendrix scoffed. None of this matters." What matters is that we need to find the person responsible." Did the street cameras pick up the one responsible?" The advisor nodded, starting to wickedly smile. Yes." Indeed they did." Here is the one responsible." He doesn't seem to be from around here. Hendrix took a look at the photo and started nodding." I want to print some wanted posters out of this guy and spread them across a city." However catches this guy will get not only a signed pass to this city, but 3 million gold pieces." The advisor nodded. " Yes sir." The advisor bowed and left the room, getting right to business. Hendrix picked the meat out of his teeth." Good." Hendrix turned his back and sat back to continue eating his food. When picked up his steak to bit it, he could feel cold air coming off of the steak. Damn it." Hendrix sighed. He tossed the plate of food to the ground and stood off his feet, walking to his bedroom. When he placed his hand on the bed, he suddenly felt heavy weigh gain on his shoulders. Hendrix fell to one knee. Then he began seeing visions in his head. Distorted visions, that made it feel as if his head was about to pop like a balloon.