The sun woke him up. He'd forgotten to close the drapes last night after spending time on the porch with his host. He rubbed sleep from his eyes and then lazily got out of bed. This was a nice spot Korda had, he thought while looking out the window. He'd always like the Americas, especially South. The view was of Rio and it was clear this ( Read more... )

His features showed signs of aggravation as he sat down to send Korda a secure email. He'd have called but didn't want any of his current ill temper oozing out while talking. His plan to crash his brother's wedding had been pushed aside by something more pressing. He could wait and deal with that when time allowed. Right now he had other things ( Read more... )

It was a day like any other. The sun came up in the East. The coffee pot timer went off and a nice Brazilian blend, sent to him by Korda, started brewing. It's aroma filled the air with a sweet promise of clarity from the grogginess of another shortened night's sleep. He'd get up soon, just a few more minutes ( Read more... )

On his way out, Kronos spots Cee and Korda standing by the cakes and strolls over. "Nice to see you again. Nice dress Littlest Immortal ... and ... hey ... nice kilt!" He smiles at Cee and chuckles at Korda ( Read more... )

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"Don't leave home without it. Do more. My life. My card," he said in a singsong voice as he sat down in his brand-new Get-a-Way Elite Massage Chair from Sharper Image. He used the power recline backrest and then turned on the second of the three well-being acupressure sessions. He kicked off his boots and let the multi-speed footrest massage his ( Read more... )

Kronos was at his desk organizing paperwork when he noticed the business card haphazardly tucked under his snow globe of the Twin Towers that he used as a paperweight. He looked at it and sat back, trying to put a face to the name. "Korda. André Korda. Oh yeah! Korda. The guy that seemed so interested in my experiments." He leaned forward with a ( Read more... )