Chapter 1
Topic of the day
Bar Habor, Maine
Two people were sitting at a small table, a Hispanic male and a blond woman, and talked. The wind blustered, sending a chill. A newspaper nestled in between their coffee cups rustled noisily for a moment. The headline was accompanied by a stunning photo of a castle.
"Can you believe it? David actually pulled off one of his wild daydreams." Shania tapped the table.
"He got help from the mafia, I'm telling you." Alberto said.
"That doesn't make any sense. David got that letter before he went to college." Shania shook her head.
"No, I meant after he graduated. Maybe while he was working for that other company. How else would he be able to afford a castle?" He pointed out.
"That's absurd. He's probably just selling trading information on the side." She sipped her drink.
"What's Petros think of all this?" Alberto asked.
"Grumbling, as always. He thinks the money could have been used better." Shania frowned.
"I suppose he has a point there. But it's not as though he'd accept it if David gave him some." He hummed.
"No, just like in general. Petros is stubborn about family. If Maria were here… It burns him that he couldn't provide for his son." She sighed.
"Don't let him hear you say that." Alberto warned.
"I know, I know. Honestly, he should have ditched that fishing boat years ago." Shania looked out to the ocean.
"And replaced it with what money? He took out another loan." He argued.
"A new boat is better than hunk." She huffed.
"Whatever. So, you think David is selling trading info…" Alberto prodded.