Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #13 April 2015 | Page 108

2:57 p.m. in the CEO office of Colt Tobacco, New
York City.

money. Every single person in this building respected and feared this man, and with good reason. Ivan
Bonawitz was a no bullshit kind of guy; he would fire
anyone at the drop of a dime. Nothing or no one got in
the way of making money.

“What?” Mr. Bonawitz asked in a frustrated tone as he
pushed the flashing button on his business phone.

“Sorry to bug you sir, but your three o’ clock apartAbout ten minutes later, Ivan’s speaker buzzed on
ment is here,” Jenny, his secretary, said in a small and his desk. He hit the button and told his receptionist
frightened voice.
to bring the client in. A few minutes later, the huge

double doors opened and in walked a beautiful blond
“Is he important?” Bonawitz asked as he put down the woman, in a short skirt and a low cut top. Ivan smiled
papers he was looking over.
at the sight of her which she returned. Right behind
the golden goddess was a tall nerdy looking man with
“I don’t know sir, but he did keep calling to schedule a an arm load of folders. Ivan had to fight the urge to
meeting until you finally booked him one.”
laugh at the geek.
“Fine…send him in, but tell him to make it fast or I’ll
throw his ass out!”
“Yes sir,” Jenny said as she quickly got off the phone.
Ivan grabbed the half smoked cigar sitting in the
ashtray on his desk, relit it and sucked in a deep breath
of thick smoke. Ivan Bonawitz was the head of a
major tobacco company; he was born in Germany but
came to the U.S. as a man. He quickly climbed up the
business ladder and became the kingpin he is today.
This happened so quickly because Ivan had friends in
high places (and low places if he needed them). Ivan
was a large man who looked to be in his thirties, he
was built like a pro-football player. He had pitch black
hair without a trace of any silver or white and his eyes
were a green-grey colour; they looked exactly like old

“Thank you, Lisa,” Ivan said.
The beautiful women nodded then turned to go back
to her work. Both Ivan and the nerd watched her walk
away; she was the type of woman who knew how to
walk. The newcomer noticed this secretary wasn’t
afraid of her boss; in fact, she seemed very friendly
with him. I bet they’re lovers, he thought as he finally
managed to move his eyes away from her ass. Lucky,
bastard. He returned his attention back to the kingpin
in front of him.

“Mr….?” Ivan asked with a wave of his hand.
“Chewning, Daniel Chewning.”

“Fine enough. Now Mr. Chewning, what brings you to

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