On a hot summer afternoon in 2006,
Ibrahim Dimson walked swiftly through Atlanta’s Hartsfield-Jackson
International Airport clutching a yellow Girl Scout cookie box stuffed
with $30k in rolled-up $50 and $100 bills.
Minutes earlier, he’d handed off an
Armani Exchange duffle bag containing dozens of stolen Coca-Cola
documents and a vial of a secret formula — all marked “highly
confidential” — to “Jerry,” a man who claimed to be a Pepsi executive.
Everything was going according to plan.
Dimson and his inside source at Coke had hundreds of trade secrets they
planned to sell to Pepsi, and this was just the beginning.
But there was a just one problem: Jerry
wasn’t who he claimed to be — and unbeknownst to Dimson and his
accomplices, the shit was about to hit the fan.