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“Of course.” Barry moved around his desk and quickly instructed Cam on the basic iPhone functions.
Barry then returned to his chair and grabbed the first of two folders sitting on his desk just to his left. He handed Cam a stack of papers that contained several charts, graphs, and tables. “As you can see, your portfolio has been well managed.” He then handed Cam his passport, several bank cards, a stack of cash and a new wallet. “Your ATM and credit cards, along with $5,000 in cash as you requested.”
Cam set up his wallet, then Barry grabbed the last folder and continued, “We set up the L.L.C. per your instructions and filed all the necessary paperwork on your behalf. We’ve also set up a corporate account and funded it with an initial $50 million.”
“Are the funds available now?”
“Yes, the wire transfer cleared yesterday.”
“Thank you, Barry. It looks like you thought of everything.”
Cam chuckled, thinking back to his final mandatory lecture before he was released. The counselors outlined the traditional difficulties parolees first encounter when they’re released from prison, including securing housing and employment.
“It’s been a pleasure doing business with you, Barry,” Cam said as he shook his hand.
“We remain at your disposal, Mr. Porter.”
Cam left the law offices and exited to the busy, humid streets of Manhattan. He pulled out his new iPhone, swiped the screen just like Barry taught him. The first thing he did was open the web browser and Google Bette’s name. The first thing that popped up was a link to The Daily News and an article titled, “Lies, Lust, and Larceny: How the Mighty Have Fallen.”
He clicked on the link.
The article started off by recounting Melvin’s murder and how Kelly killed him. It went on to detail the affair she had with Bette while at Yale and the sex photos documenting it. He clicked on another link and brought up the photos. There they were. The very photos he tried so desperately to get his hands on to turn the tables on Bette. The very photos for which he sold his soul. Those photos, those fucking photos. ‘Five million,’ he thought. Five million was the price to get his hands on those photos. He borrowed it from Victor, then had to steal from the family business to pay it back. He shook his head in self-loathing and whispered, “I was such an asshole.”