The room becomes instantly silent. Everyone takes their seat, every eye glued to the main viewer where Trew and Carl stand looking at each other in the elevator.
Michelle folds her arms to stop from shaking.
All eyes want to go to Brandon, but no one can look away from the screen.
“Sir,” Michelle says.
Brandon’s mind is racing as he watches the viewer. “I see. Please be quiet.”
“Is this the robbery? He was supposed to be robbed at 40.” Michelle asks, her voice quavering with concern.
“This isn’t the robbery we purchased,” Brandon said. “Now be quiet. Let me think. Everyone watch as if nothing in the world is more important to you.”