Kaecilius pushed open an ornate door.
Behind the desk inside sat the man who called the shots at the Osborn Group-Norman Osborn.
At that moment, Norman Osborn showed none of the poise expected of someone who ran a massive corporation.
Veins bulged across his face, and his eyes were bloodshot.
His entire body kept twitching.
One hand remained clamped over his chest, pressing against his heart.
Kaecilius watched with a smile, making no move to do anything for Norman.
"Hah... hah..."
After quite a while, Norman finally recovered.
"Heh. Norman Osborn, the businessman renowned throughout the United States. If his business partners knew this was what he looked like in private, I wonder how many would still want to work with him?" Kaecilius sat to one side, calmly making snide remarks.
"Cut the crap." Norman Osborn's weary expression turned serious. "What are you doing here? Didn't we agree to communicate without meeting in person?"
"Relax. This meeting is completely discreet. No one will see us," Kaecilius said confidently.
Meanwhile, Freddy, who had already possessed Kaecilius's weapon, had this to say: Take your time. Maybe I can't hear or see any of this.
"I thought everything had already been arranged. What are you doing here? Unless..." Delight spread across Norman's face. "You've finished making the serum you mentioned?"
"Of course not! I still need support!"
"What?" Suppressing his irritation, Norman stood and stared straight at Kaecilius. "Do you realize what you're saying? I've already given you thirty people and a billion dollars!"
Kaecilius shook his head. "Nowhere near enough!"
Norman could only sit back down. He needed something from the man, after all, so he had no choice but to hear him out.
"Relax. I don't need money or people this time." Kaecilius didn't want to antagonize Norman Osborn, the Osborn