Shoji Kawamura found himself standing right in the midst of a vast crowd numbering more than two thousand and all gathered together under one roof. The gathering of like minds in the huge convention center owned by Green Oceans was an amazing and overwhelming experience for Shoji. Here, in this convention center, were people who thought like him.
They believed that all deserved to live in a fair society and that the only way to create one was to start from scratch and in a way that conventional thought never conceived.
Shoji had no idea where to begin. So many people; so many faces. Chidori herself was at a loss at what to do and merely stood right next to him.
A big hand landed on Shoji's shoulder. He looked behind; it was Konstantiniadis.
"Hey Shoji," the businessman said, "So how do you like the place?"
Shoji turned to face his benefactor. "It's amazing," he replied. "I don't know what to say."
"I'll tell you what you can say," said Konstantiniadis as he put one arm around Shoji's shoulders and the other around Chidori's. "You can get up on the podium and and give a speech."
"A speech?" mumbled Shoji, nervous. "Me? What?"
"Don't worry," said Konstantiniadis reassuringly and he brought both of them to the backstage. "I'll give you a crash course."
The news that Petrov was in town reached Eric's ears; he wasn't supposed to be in Cagayan de Oro. The taipan was in his office doing overtime and was wondering what caused the sudden commotion. He sent a message to the general's iPhone.
What are you doing here? You're supposed to be with the task force.
The reply came:
I'm here on your son's orders. I'll be going back to Russia later.
Maximilian was in his condominium and had just finished his supper which he had cooked himself. His phone rang. "Dad" was on the screen.
Oh that was fast, he thought. Well, here we go.
He lifted the phone to his ear. "Dad?"
"Maximilian!" roared Eric. "What the hell are you up to? I want you in my office now!"
They believed that all deserved to live in a fair society and that the only way to create one was to start from scratch and in a way that conventional thought never conceived.
Shoji had no idea where to begin. So many people; so many faces. Chidori herself was at a loss at what to do and merely stood right next to him.
A big hand landed on Shoji's shoulder. He looked behind; it was Konstantiniadis.
"Hey Shoji," the businessman said, "So how do you like the place?"
Shoji turned to face his benefactor. "It's amazing," he replied. "I don't know what to say."
"I'll tell you what you can say," said Konstantiniadis as he put one arm around Shoji's shoulders and the other around Chidori's. "You can get up on the podium and and give a speech."
"A speech?" mumbled Shoji, nervous. "Me? What?"
"Don't worry," said Konstantiniadis reassuringly and he brought both of them to the backstage. "I'll give you a crash course."
The news that Petrov was in town reached Eric's ears; he wasn't supposed to be in Cagayan de Oro. The taipan was in his office doing overtime and was wondering what caused the sudden commotion. He sent a message to the general's iPhone.
What are you doing here? You're supposed to be with the task force.
The reply came:
I'm here on your son's orders. I'll be going back to Russia later.
Maximilian was in his condominium and had just finished his supper which he had cooked himself. His phone rang. "Dad" was on the screen.
Oh that was fast, he thought. Well, here we go.
He lifted the phone to his ear. "Dad?"
"Maximilian!" roared Eric. "What the hell are you up to? I want you in my office now!"
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