Late 90s: After the fall of Pablo Escobar, the Cali Cartel stood alone. All it needed now was to turn itself in, confess to a few minor crimes and do a few years under luxurious house arrest. Then all would be forgiven, and it could emerge from the shadows with its fortunes intact. Or such was the plan…
But Nicholas Faust knew nothing of this plan. He just wanted to sell his company to someone and get back home where the dotcom boom was in full swing. How was he to know that he was selling it to the Cali Cartel? How was he to know that the new company, in which he owned stock, was a crafty front for the Cartel, designed to launder their global cash revenues into squeaky-clean equity on the NASDAQ?
But as the deal falls apart, heads start to roll, and Faust must scramble to stay alive in one world while avoiding prison in the other.
But Nicholas Faust knew nothing of this plan. He just wanted to sell his company to someone and get back home where the dotcom boom was in full swing. How was he to know that he was selling it to the Cali Cartel? How was he to know that the new company, in which he owned stock, was a crafty front for the Cartel, designed to launder their global cash revenues into squeaky-clean equity on the NASDAQ?
But as the deal falls apart, heads start to roll, and Faust must scramble to stay alive in one world while avoiding prison in the other.
