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by A.R. Kirby
Episode 2
Chrstian, meet Destiny. Destiny,
this is Christian. Play nice.
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hinking back, Christian remembered the car did not move
an inch in more than 20 minutes, and it appeared that
inertia had set in for the duration.
“How far are we from the hospital?” Christian asked.
“Oh, maybe four or five blocks, I’m not really sure,” Ivan
replied. “Why?”
“I can’t wait for a bunch of dumbass students to wise up
and get out of the rain,” Christian said as he pulled on the door
handle. A gust of wind blew a sheet of water into the passenger
side as he stepped out of the car. “I’m going to run for it,” he
shouted. “Call me later, Ivan.”
The storm was at its heaviest as Christian ran down the
street, passing a number of dazed students. He wondered why they
looked as if they’d been beaten, but the thought quickly left him as
got closer to the hospital.
He finally turned a corner and skidded into the lobby-
turned-triage area of the KBC Hospital. He cringed a bit as he
passed the students waiting for treatment, then finally found the
charge nurse. She told him quickly and curtly the demonstration
had turned into a full-fledged riot; she was far too busy to talk
about his father; and that someone would be with him when they
got to it. She then directed him to an empty chair in the waiting
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his white lab coat. “Of course, Godspodin McKenna, your father
will have the finest care available. I will see to it personally.” The
doctor practically beamed at Christian.
“Please do,” Christian said as he turned and pushed open
the door to the lobby. “And let me know if there are any changes
in his condition. I’ll be at home, and up all night. I’ve got a lot of
work to do.”
Christian made his way back through the lobby, ignoring
the groans of the injured. By this time the storm had let up, as
well as the problems from the demonstration; Mischa was waiting
for him outside the front door of the hospital with a car. The ride
to Christian’s townhouse was quick, and he told Mischa to be
prepared for a full day’s work the next morning as he got out of the
car. He went inside, showered, and spent much of the rest of the
night working on his laptop, researching the plans for the robotics
division and looking over information on members of the board of
directors. Doctor Rushkin called him three times during the night,
updating Christian on his father’s condition; Seamus still lived, but
that was about the extent of it. Around 4 a.m., Christian called it
quits and got a couple hours of sleep.
Thursday morning came with a beautiful dawn; it was as
if the storms of the previous afternoon and evening had scrubbed
Podgorica clean. Most mornings when he woke in his townhouse
in Podgorica, Christian would pound the snooze button five or
six times when the alarm clock sounded. This often owed to a
significant hangover or (just as likely, and probably in combination
with) the proximity of a random attractive young woman from
the McKenna-Montenegro Enterprises secretarial pool. Today,
however, the crash of a groggily-tossed alarm clock hitting the wall
was absent from his bedroom. There was much to do, and although
he only had a couple hours’ sleep, Christian awoke refreshed and
eager, more a result of adrenaline and excitement than anything
else. He quickly showered, dressed, and headed for the MME
plant.
By 8 a.m., Christian was pulling his silver BMW coupe
onto the entry road that snaked almost a mile through the woods
to the main MME facility. As he came out of the forest canopy, he
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saw the new robotics facility gleaming in the morning sunlight; the
chrome and glass construction was almost blinding. He parked in
his father’s parking space (Seamus certainly wouldn’t be needing
it today) and strode confidently up the stairs and into the building,
then straight to the conference room overlooking the soon-to-be-
bustling robotics factory floor.
Christian paused in front of the conference room doors
before entering, and took a deep breath. He chose this room for the
meeting, even though construction was not quite complete, because
he felt it would bolster his argument to have the board members
imagining the factory floor buzzing with activity. He also thought
the newness of the building would be a subtle analogy for the new
direction he wanted to take.
In any case, he thought, it’s time, and pushed open the
conference room doors.
Ivan, seated to the right of the head of the table where
Seamus would normally sit, arose when he saw Christian arrive,
and again gave him a hug that Christian was sure bruised at least
one rib. He motioned for Christian to take his place at the head
of the table, then stood to address the dozen or so board members
gathered for the meeting.
“Gentlemen,” Ivan began, his tone somber and direct. “Our
company has suffered a tragedy. Seamus McKenna, our founder
and leader, had a massive heart attack yesterday. His condition is
currently stable, but that can change at any time. As we all know,
Seamus is the driving force behind McKenna-Montenegro, and his
condition may well have a major effect on our plans.”
Ivan then motioned toward Christian. “You all know
Seamus’ son, Christian. He has been involved with the Robotics
Division plans from the beginning, and was in Prague yesterday
where he finalized a major line of credit for the company. He asked
to meet with you all today to discuss where our plans go from
here.”
Ivan sat down, and Christian stood. He cleared his throat
and began his address.
“Gentlemen,” Christian began, looking each director in the
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the family name continues, and I know, as do the rest of the board
members, that you will come through for all of us in this difficult
time. Do we all agree?”
Christian smiled as the heads around the table nodded.
They bought it, and Christian was determined to make certain they
were pleased with the decision.
Ivan looked at Christian and shook his hand.
“Congratulations, Mr. McKenna,” he said smiling. “I look forward
to working with you.” He patted Christian on the back once more
then sat down.
“Thank you, gentlemen. I know you will not be
disappointed.” Christian gathered his belongings into his briefcase
and headed for the door. “And if you will excuse me, I have a great
deal of work to do.” There was laughter all around as he left the
conference room.
As soon as he got out the door, the laughter stopped, and
the assembled directors began babbling and shouting with each
other about the absolute idiocy of the situation. Ivan sat quietly,
reviewing some of the papers Christian distributed. Some of
the ideas the boy had aren’t half bad, he thought, as the uproar
continued around him unabated. It’s a pity.
Slowly, Ivan stood, generally unnoticed by the other men
in the room. But when he quietly cleared his throat, all discussion
stopped and the directors returned to their seats, all eyes on Ivan.
He moved to the head of the table, then spoke.
“Gentlemen,” he said, his face deathly serious, “There is no
doubt we have a serious problem. But not to worry, not to worry --
I’ve got this handled.”
To be continued...