I Remembered a Storm-tossed Night
Chapter 3
The skies had cleared a little...ah finally a glimpsed of sunshine! How quickly the mood lightened! Though that might cause some consternation. Would the words still flow? Perhaps the plot would start to move this time, as the story teller now had to struggle to find a rhyme. Suddenly, the ray of sunshine fades, and even though it was not yet late. From the balcony I stared into the distance, and I could see the dark clouds on the horizon. On the balcony I ponder the fate, the path of a single droplet of rain. Did the water droplet have a destiny, as it started on its downward journey? It splashes into a puddle and set off the ripples. -Jolly
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Reginald Schwarz returned to his penthouse located on top of his company's building in New York City bearing a grim smile. He handed his over coat to his butler and walked swiftly into his study. As expected, one of his most trusted agents was in there waiting for him.
"Report," he ordered.
"The Hardys are getting close," his agent responded. "The son managed to track some of our electronic international money transfers. We have to terminate those before he could trace it to us. Without the ready cash, the timeline for some of our projects will be compromised."
"I see." It was clear that Reginald Schwarz was far from pleased as he scanned through the damage report. "Put the least important projects on the back-burner. Make sure Project Nemesis completes at all cost. Go!"
The agent stood up and left the room.
A second older and more intellectual looking man entered and sat down on the same chair as the agent.
"Project Alice is performing as expected," he told his boss.
"Good. Get prepared for two more subjects."
The intellectual arched his brows in surprise.
"My grandson and his wife will be here soon. I want them processed. They will be taking over my duties, and I must be absolutely certain of their commitment and loyalty."
The intellectual nodded in acquiesce and left.
Reginald Schwarz stood up and walk through the glass doors and out onto the spacious penthouse balcony. There he could see the entire skyline of the city. It was an uplifting feeling, as if one was standing on top of the world.
And there, on that balcony looking down at the whole of New York City, the old grandfather smiled with grim satisfaction. Fate indeed did operate in strange ways, and had delivered unto him a potential successor.
Who would have thought his own son and daughter-in-law would have gotten their hands on Hardy's boy and pass him off as their own after Paul's death?
Then the anger hits. How dared they try to pass someone else's son off as his grandson! Don't they realize what his grandson stood to inherit?
Then again, that boy was perfect! He even chose a good strong woman as his wife. And the Hardys believed the boy dead too! That was just too perfect! The similarities between their own dead son and Hardy's son had been uncanny. He wondered about it and resolved to send another agent to do some more digging.
He turned and left the balcony. There was much work to be done.