Utter sat in his dimly lit apartment, a devious smile spreading across his face as he dialed Kim's office number. After a few rings, the line was picked up.

"Kim's office. Who's this?" came the curt voice of Kim's assistant, Amanda.”

"It's Utter," he drawled, his voice dripping with confidence. "Tell Kim I need to speak with him. It's urgent."

The assistant hesitated for a moment, but then complied with Utter's request. "Please hold," she said, placing him on hold. “Um, Miss Jane, can ...