HOSTILE TAKEOVER

FIVE

Chapter Three

Windows on the World

Myron Grober and Yitzhak Devlin are sat in the Windows on the World restaurant and admiring the view from 107 floors up.

From their vantage point, they can see the edge of Manhattan where the Hudson River and the East river gently kiss.

Off shore power boats race around Liberty Island as they weaved between tourist pleasure cruises and a small armada of other yachts and sea craft.

The remains of two meals of poached scallops of Salmon and rice decorate the table as does a large bottle of expensive chardonnay.

“Pretty amazing view.” said Grober an awe at the concrete jungle.

“Yeah, on a clear day, you can see the river.” replied Devlin with a sarcastic tone and making a reference to the ever increasing smog problem in New York.

They both give a gentle laugh and then stop as they realize that someone is standing in front of their table.

The man is huge and towers above everyone in the restaurant. He was wearing a custom fitted dark red suit and he had shoulder length blonde hair, but it is tied in a ponytail.

“Thanks, we’re finished with these.” said Grober in his thick English accent and motioning towards the half eaten meals.

The man stood silent for an awkward moment.

Grober and Devlin looked at each other at this rude interruption but before they had time to decide what to say or do, another man appeared before them.

“Apologies gentlemen, may I sit?” said a bold headed man, who was also dressed in a custom suit, but this one was a little more-high-class.

Without being asked, the man sat next to Devlin and the huge man sat next to Grober, pushing his huge frame onto the seat so that Grober had to squeeze up against the large window.

“We were actually just about to leave. Do we know one another?” asked Grober.

The man smiled and ever so gently shook his head.

“No. But I know you Mr. Grober; and Mr. Devlin.” said the man.

“Look, if this is about the Van Cleef account, that has all been taken care of.” said Devlin turning to face him.

The bold headed man reached his hand out across the table and with that, the mountain removed a pair of high powered binoculars from inside his jacket pocket.

“Please do not scream out or do anything that will draw attention to us. It’s for Marta’s safety.” said the bold man calmly.

“Marta! My Marta? Hey, what the hell is going on here? Who the hell are you two clowns? I think you’d better leave before I call security.” said Devlin.

The bold man quickly passed the Binoculars to Devlin and before he could think, he automatically grabbed hold of them.

“…The hell are these?” snapped Devlin.

“Look across.”

“I don’t have time for any bullshit. How do you know my Wife?” asked Devlin.

“Please look.”

Devlin placed the Binoculars to his eyes and scanned the various offices of the South tower, Tower two of the World Trade Centre.

“The fourth floor from the top, you’ll know it when you see it?” said the man.

As he looked through the Carl Zeiss lens, he had no idea what he was supposed to be looking for.