"Who the fuck are you?" 'He knows I'm Julian Easton, and he even knows those two were messing with me.' He glanced around uneasily. 'Is someone spying on me? This feels awful.'
"Who I am isn't important. What's important is that I can help you avenge this humiliation. You just have to do one thing. Tomorrow, Sean Quinn and Reaper Yates will be the laughingstock of the entire internet."
"So mysterious. How the fuck do I know you're not just playing me..." 'The targets are Sean Quinn and Reaper Yates. Those two have so much clout; there's no way I can touch them.'
The person on the phone chuckled softly. "Trust me, the results will be spectacular. Mr. Julian, there's no downside for you in this, only benefits. If you don't even have the guts to take a gamble, then you'll just have to swallow your pride and take what happened today... From what I know of your father, he's not going to stick his neck out to get justice for you, not after you went and trashed their restaurant first..."
