Jonathan alternately looked at the deserted street and the sky. It was a day he wished he wouldn’t experience ever again. Armed warplanes were flying through the skies of New York, and all the bridges and tunnels shut down. The George Washington Bridge was obviously closed, so he drove twenty-seven miles north to the Tappan Zee Bridge, but the soldiers didn’t let anyone go through it. He was concerned about how to escape from the city and wondered if this was what it would be like during a war.

He looked at the empty space where the Twin Towers had been, and the same question kept popping up in his mind. ‘Did Sun know about this? It’s ridiculous, but… it makes sense.’

What I had said about Jonathan Investment starting a banking business sixteen months ago fit in too well with this situation. I had once said that a day when no one would care about us would come and now was the time.

Jonathan opened his phone[1] after looking around the lonely street, and found the number of...