PCT Ltd (PCTL)

[The Whale]

Somewhere in South Carolina is a lonely, quiet, empty office. The initials PCTL barely legible from the removed lettering on the door. I opened the door to see a desolate office with a single disconnected phone, some crumpled up post-it stickers, a half eaten Double Whopper with Cheese, 73 cents in spare change, an old ripped up copy of an 8K and a share printing press with fresh ink sitting in the middle of the floor.                             

I stood there as a slow tear trickles down my face in what I was lead to "Believe," and extensive DD told me to do. My hopes and dreams shattered.                                 

*fade out* 

*fade in* 

Somewhere in the Carribean, 2 lounge chairs, a festive table with two lit cigars, half full glasses of Gentlemen Jack and a brief case full of shareholders' money. There is distant laughter coming from Jody and Jacquie..."That was too easy," I hear them saying.                        

*sigh*