Russell Madison:
Showing the meaning of all questions that reflexes such as, reconciles friends, gives honor, and dignity.
"I remember once hearing or read, live life fully while you're here. experience everything. Take care of yourself and your friends...Go out and screw up. You're going to anyway.
Oh, how true that is, Robbins. That is how my life is now; a big screw up. Or has it always been?
Well, let me bore you and tell you my journey."
"It all started on September 22nd 2023, on my second year anniversary on taking over Madison Citadel.
Yes, that does make a billionaire.
It was quarter after 10 in the evening.
Awful, just awful.
It was pouring and foolish of me didn't take a coat or an umbrella. So I knew I would catch a cold.
Stubbornness, one of my fine traits.
Without looking due to my head being down, I bumped into my good friend Aubrey Durante; a criminal law attorney."
Durante's name was heard of before. In his youth, the millionaire's mother, was a model all over Europe before moving to Peyote to course she married whom was her manager boyfriend just before Aubrey's birth.
"Hey Shotgun!" Madison brushed off the bump like it was nothing.
In his hand, was a cup of coffee as it spilled over Durante.
The attorney's blue eyes squinted, as his deep voice responded, "So just because you're going to work looking like a wet bitch that just finished a bath on his anniversary, you had to spill coffee on me?"
Laughing nervously, Madison quickly took off his handkerchief from his suit jacket to wipe clean his suit.
"Russell Madison!"
The bellow with a German accent could have been heard inside Citadel Tower of which people turned their heads to look out the windows to see the two men barking at each other.
The billionaire looked into the attorney's blue eyes, blonde hair with Durante looking back at Madison's green eyes which were behind his Buddy Holly's influenced glasses, short crew cut brown hair with a single grey streak on the left side.
Madison's cell phone vibrates.
"Speaking about wet bitches, there is one calling now."
Glancing over to see who it is.
Answering it with a heavy monotone voice, "Hello, you have reached Russell Madison's voicemail. Please leave your message after the beep. Beep."
A heavy sigh was heard from Durante as the phone click.
"Oops! I hope I didn't piss the person off,"
"Dummkopf." The attorney said while shaking his head, "Can you be serious for a moment that's outside of court?"
Wondering his eyes pondering as he couldn't, but he went stern.
"Look," as Durante started to walk off to the busy city street where taxis are all over, bicyclists are on the sidewalks as well people walking on it, with some walking their dog, streetlights are on, with a just a one of them flickering on and off.
Giving one last look to Madison and told him if he's seriously interested enough to him meet him at Peyote's Beach in one hour,
"But I doubt you are. So I'll see you later, Madison." Waving his arm for a taxi, "and one other thing; stop calling me Shotgun!"
Just before entering the taxi that pulled over for the attorney,
"Auf wiedersehen! Ich liebe dich."
Rolling his tired eyes, the attorney shut the cab's yellow door, and the driver rode off.
"You're right about one thing, Dante, I won't take you seriously, but Whisper would.
~End of chapter 1~