[b]“I don’t care if you have to smuggle funds around, just get me that contract. Goodbye!” [/b]Said Frankie.

Inside his own private building, only for him and employees that he saw fit to work under him, Frankie sits at his desk just waiting for the day to end. Well, he’s also waiting impatiently for a certain contract to go through so he can rest easy. Earlier in the day, he was heavily on the phone making calls to investors, politicians, and big-time businessmen and women. He was trying to secure a big contract from all of them cause they are all apart of this secret firm that would be very beneficial to Frankie as both an information gatherer and seller. Actually, it’s more like he wants to have this information so that he can use it when it will suit him.

Standing up from his mahogany desk, Frankie turns to the window and looks out. His office is on the highest floor of the building and out from the window, he can see all the people walking, going about their own business, he can see the Manhattan Bridge. Based on the amount of light and the colors of the sky, it’s around midday right now and Frankie just smiled at how much of a beautiful day it was. He sat back down at his desk and turned on his computer. As the monitor turned on, Frankie saw some numbers appear upon it. He tried to figure out what was going on, so he entered in some button combos in high hopes that it would fix whatever was happening. However, as he found out, that would not happen. The numbers began to arrange themselves, slowly forming a pair of sentences.

[b]“Come to Central Park at nine tonight. Come alone.” [/b]

When Frankie read that message, he first thought it was some hoax or some kind of joke some hacker out there was playing on him, so he didn’t believe it at first. Though, when he would think about it just a little bit more, Frankie would consider seeing what this was about. Even with all of his information gathered inside of his mind, Frankie still didn’t have any answers about who exactly sent him this message or who hacked it into his computer. So, it was settled. He would take the day off and see what this was about.

When Seven O’Clock PM rolled around, Frankie would bid everyone a goodbye as they too were heading off. When everyone headed home, Frankie would also do that for a brief moment only to change into something less work-like and more [url=http://menfash.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Semi-formal-attire-for-Men-2013-4.jpg]semi-casual[/url]. He would end up changing into an outfit that consisted of blue jeans, black shoes, a brown jacket, brown leather belt(holding up said jeans), navy blue dress shirtand a medium brown jacket.

When he departed from his house, Frankie would make an assortment of turns on several streets until he arrived at Central Park. It was coming close to 8:30pm, and Frankie just would play the waiting game, as it would seem. So, he would take a seat next to another man on the bench. He would pull out his phone and just seem like some normal man using his phone while in the park.