Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #13 April 2015 | Page 109

my office today?”
Daniel took the chair in front of Ivan’s desk and
opened the top folder on his lap. “A very important
matter.”
Ivan showed his perfect white teeth. “I would hope
so.”
Daniel regarded the man for a moment, studying
him more closely. Mr. Bonawitz was a sharp dressed
man: he had the build of a body builder, was rugged looking, and wore a suit that must have cost a
couple grand. The green outfit matched his eyes, a
light green-almost grey. The colour of money, this
thought bought a grin. Fitting for a billionaire, Daniel
thought.
While Daniel was studying the business tycoon,
Bonawitz was doing the same. This young man looked
weak and nerdy; hell he even had a clip-on tie. But
that wasn’t the worst part. The tip of the iceberg was
the pocket pen protector. Ivan stepped on bugs like
this in his line of work. You don’t get to the top by
being weak looki