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