Three -Dream - Believe - Inspire  - Empower

"Sit down, Fadhlan. I have a few things on my mind." Jimmy patted the man's shoulder. "You are unscathed after a brush with the Unlikely Assassin, hey?" He watched the owner sit.

Believe

"You know what I do every day, Fadhlan?" Jimmy walked back around the desk and sat. "Every day I wake up and I believe this will be the day I can give up the fight. The fight that my fellow citizens of the world will not use people for their own gain like you do. The fight for equality among all our brothers and sisters no matter their race, religion or standing in the community. That is my dream."

Fadhlan nervously drew from his cigar as he watched Jimmy closely.

Jimmy stood as he continued. "But that dream was not realized this morning as I woke up in a bed that was not mine. And do you know why? I will tell you! Because there are guys like you and women like Angela that do not know how to conduct themselves in the world."

Fadhlan laughed smugly. "You do realize all the big companies do what I do. You know?"

Jimmy plopped down. "I do not know everyone, Faddy, my boy. Their time will come as yours has arrived today." Again he leaned his elbows on the desk. "I believed this day came for you a few days ago but somehow you escaped. More about that later, Faddy."

Dream

Jimmy leaned back. "You know, even I have dreams and aspirations. I am still working on them. Because my dream is to give your workers their dreams back. Give them hope that they will get out of this hell hole. You know you are the worst offender in Indonesia?" Fadhlan shook his head. "Of course you know it and that was the reason for that young woman's visit. Again, no spoilers, I am saving that for later."

"Your workers are very resilient. Some have been with you for what? Eighteen years? What dreams do you think they have? I know you have never asked them. So continue smugly smoking that quality cigar, you won't have time to die of lung cancer." Jimmy just raised an eyebrow.

"But back to whatever this is. I know you have already zoned me out because you believe you are going to shoot me like you shot the Unlikely Assassin. I know, I have been in this slimy business far too long, haven't I, Win?" Windy stood at the door pointing an assault rifle at Fadhlan.

"Slowly reach down and pull the pistol from your holster, Faddy." Jimmy watched the slow moving owner place his gun on the desk. "Now sit out here with me." Jimmy pointed to the second chair.

Inspire

"Hey, I know you hate the sound of my voice, but there is a method to my madness. Bare with me. I love to play music. Man I love it! But to really play well, no matter how much I love it, I need to be inspired. It is the same here with your workers, but you never tapped into that. Your managers were slave drivers, because your workers were in fact slaves. Have you noticed how I changed to the past tense? You are the owner of dirt and timbers and no longer in the manufacturing industry. Why? Because you chose not to inspire anything but hatred from your managers and your loyal workers." Jimmy shook his head.

"Loyal workers because you had them paid a little more and you fed them well. I know, I read the team's report, saw the photos and heard their stories. You cruelly held back food for three days. Threw anyone who spoke out in the pit and actually starved some to death. That, just does not inspire people, Faddy. That is a lazy management style that is old and proven not to be effective." Jimmy was on his soap box with this speech. He hasn't given a speech since his wife's best friend's memorial gala. But there will be no kisses when this one is over.

Empower

Jimmy leaned forward. "I am almost finished. Win, are you still awake?"

Windy yawned, "barely, are you wrapping this up soon?"

"Sorry for boring you, but I need to get this off my chest. This man has no idea what is going to happen." Jimmy leaned even closer to whisper to the man. "You understand I don't kill people, right?" Fadhlan did not know what to believe.

Jimmy pulled back. "Anyway, I would like to share the most important part of my mission, The People's mission is empowering people. I bet you are afraid now, Faddy! When a person is empowered they have dreams, they believe in those dreams and they are inspired to change their fortunes and those around them. Dangerous huh?" He laughed.

"It is just that simple and yet so difficult since you exhausted your employ....wait, wait wait. You do not have employees, you have worker slaves. I know what you are thinking! The UN Convention on forced labor versus slavery. Well, you have violated both, Faddy boy!"

"How do you get to be judge and jury for me? The world expects cheap electronics! You expect cheap electronics!" Fadhlan stood but Jimmy stared him back down.

"First of all, we do not always get what we want! I want hot dogs and mustard and others want to feed me salad." Jimmy was a little off topic now but wanted to make a point.

Windy rolled her eyes. "Here we go!"

"I really love a hot dog with mustard and sometimes sauerkraut on it." Jimmy was interrupted by Windy.

"Jimmy! Enough with the hot dog! Move on please!" Windy had just about enough. "Get to the point...you know, empowering...yadda yadda yadda."

"Okay, okay, right. Empowering people is tricky with conditions like you have here but it can happen! I guarantee it happening. Win, you're up!" Jimmy's speech was finally over.

"What? No summary of your speech? Faddy, is not sleeping yet!" Windy shoved the weapon into Jimmy's hands. "Finally, show time!"

"Time to move to that other chair, Faddy." Windy sat and began opening file after file. "An encrypted file, must be important." The sarcastic hacker rolled her eyes.

"You will never figure it out." Fadhlan smugly crossed his arms.

"You have not met the Phantom?" Jimmy playfully teased the owner. "Wait for it."

"I'm in!" Windy laughed.

"Bam, the Phantom!" Jimmy clapped.

"Jimmy?" Windy waited for her friend.

"Yeah?" Jimmy looked at Windy.

"Shut up! Don't you have something else you wanted to explain to Fadhlan? Remember?" Windy raised her eyebrows.

"Right. A few days ago." Jimmy began to explain the mission that ended a week ago. "We sent a small envoy here and you had them thrown into the pit. To die! Dramatic? Yes, but accurate. Then, you know who, came and put on a clinic on how to respond to your threat. Did you notice she did not take any crap from anyone? Hmmm? Then you pulled a gun when she had her back turned."

"Self defense, they did not even question me. So what do you think about that?" Fadhlan drew in a deep drag from his cigar and Jimmy flew out of his chair to punched the owner in the stomach and he fell to the floor.

Fadhlan began to cough. "I just reconsidered my position here!" Jimmy stood over the owner who was recovering from the punch.

"Jimmy. That is not your style!" Windy reminded her friend.

"Correction that was not my style, Win! Faddy..." Jimmy frowned and stopped what he was saying. "A second ankle gun? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Who's laughing now?" Fadhlan shook his head. The owner coughed again as he was making his way to his feet and Jimmy kicked at the gun. It went off. "Crap, crap crap!"

The hand gun landed in the corner of the office and Jimmy fell back onto the wooden chair. It snapped under the pressure of his body's force and he landed on the floor. The blood began to pool around his right shoulder.

Windy grabbed the weapon from Jimmy and swung it like a major league baseball player and hit Fadhlan with the butt end. She knocked him out then attended to her old friend. "This is why you are in the lab with me, old man!"

"I am fine. Cover the door just in case anyone heard or even cared." Jimmy gave his wry smile and Windy rolled his eyes.

"If you can get up on your own, do it! This is no time for sympathy." Windy kicked him in the ass as she headed to the door of the office then to the outer door.

Jimmy slowly made his way onto the other chair where Fadhlan sat. He poked at the hole in his shirt then he touched a tender area and grimmaced. "Crap!"

"I have no time for sympathy!" Windy yelled from the front door.

"Empathy!" Jimmy reacted. "Looking for a little empathy here."

Windy made her way back to the office. "I don't ever recall being shot in the shoulder." Jimmy was about to interrupt her but she raised her index finger and continued. "By a man laying on the floor...with an automatic weapon in my hands. I don't know what you're going through. How would I honestly project empathy?"

"You're a real pill, old pal!" Jimmy shook his head.

"You did not just call me old!" Windy slapped Jimmy's injured shoulder then looked at the blood on her hand. "My bad. Sorry, Jimmy."

"Win!" Jimmy yelled.

"I said, I'm sorry!" Windy looked at Jimmy but he turned her to the doorway where workers were filing in. "Shit!"

"Relax. Get behind the desk." Jimmy looked at Windy. "Now, Win!" She sat at the desk but had the weapon ready.

"Boss? Hey, Boss?" The lead worker called out as he walked in. "Oh, oh!"

Jimmy winced as used his good arm to motion to the workers. "Come in, come in. Everyone." The man pointed to his bloody shoulder. "Don't worry. It went right through."

The man turned to another worker and spoke with an urgency. He turned to Jimmy and introduced himself. "I am Zhang Lei, a Chinese builder. I sent Cheng for our doctor. I would not trust this bastard to have a doctor for us so I brought my own." Lei looked at Fadhlan then to Windy and Jimmy. "Will we be paid?"

"Win? You wanna take that question?" Jimmy pointed to the desk and grimmaced again. "She's Win, I am ahhhh, Jimmy."

"Mr. Zhang?" Windy got the builder's attention. The man nodded waiting for an answer. "The contract is not very good. Why did you take it on?"

"We work where we can." Zhang shrugged. "We make a living."

"Jimmy?" Windy had an idea and Jimmy knew what she was thinking.

"Check market rate for builders and match it." Jimmy looked at Zhang. "Do you want to continue?"

"How?" Zhang frowned. "How can you do it?"

"My friend just took control of the banking." Jimmy explained. "You can just call this a hostile takeover. You want to continue to build or go home?"

"We stop the build. Okay?" Zhang nodded.

"Win, pay the man for the work they've done and travel time." Jimmy returned the nod.

"Done." Windy exclaimed.

"Pack your things, Zhang." Jimmy suggested but he looked to be zoning out with the blood loss. "Oh crap!"

The doctor ran into the office and immediately went to work on Jimmy's shoulder. The doctor pulled the blood soaked shirt off the injured man. "Argghhhh!"

"Did you have to pull his shirt off?" Windy covered her eyes. "Jimmy, no more hot dogs, Pudge!"

"Ha aha ha. You are not funny, Win." Jimmy scoffed. "Argghhhhhhhh, doc!"

"You are okay, yes?" The doctor asked Jimmy as he poked the bullet hole in his thick shoulder. "No bullet, you are good. Just wash and sew. Okay I start now."

"Win, are there two of you here?" Jimmy slurred from the loss of blood.

"Yeah, there are two of me here today." Windy grabbed her hair. "Idiot!"