HOSTILE TAKEOVER

SEVEN

Chapter Five

Hostile Takeover

Tim Buchannan gazed out of huge window in one of the corporate meeting rooms and admired the view from the San Remo which overlooked Central Park.

He could see several people boating on the Lake and Joggers, none of whom were smiling as they did circuits of the park. Life would never ever be the same in New York after what happened last week, but normality was slowly returning to the city that never sleeps.

The murmur and chat behind Buchannan was growing steadily louder and louder until he heard his name being mentioned.

“…Tim. Tim! You must have some idea what the hell is going on? This is really quite absurd you know.” said one of the thirteen people who occupied the large meeting table.

Buchannan turned from his daydream and sat back next to Johnson who along with the rest of them looked at him for some kind of response.

“Look. You all know as much as I do. It’s all very hush hush. I was told to arrange this unofficial meeting of the board. That’s all I can tell you.” he replied.

“No secretary to take the minutes Tim. I’ve been on this board for twelve years and nothing like this has ever happened. You know something? What’s going on?” said an old man called Hamilton who was sat further down the table.

Before he had a chance to answer that or any other questions which they seemed to be asking him, the door to the room opened and in walked Myron Grober and Yitzhak Devlin along with two other men. Grober and Devlin walked straight into the room leaving the two other men standing near the doorway for a moment.

“Excuse me.” said one of the suits. “This is a private meeting. Are you lost?”

 “Excuse me. Who are you?” said the same suit as he got no reply.

All heads now turned to see Blofeld and Zeus walk towards the end of the table.

Zeus pulled his SIG Saur from his jacket and aimed it straight at the man who had spoken who immediately began to shrink back into his seat.

Gasps from the men seated at the table where interrupted by Blofeld who raised his hands in a calming, almost messiah like manner.

“Please keep calm gentlemen.” said Blofeld, who now along with his bodyguard sat at the very large meeting table.

The two men said nothing. They just sat and watched the other people in the room who sat and watched them until Blofeld turned to Myron.

“Good morning Gentlemen” said Grober.

He received various good mornings and hello’s until he too took his seat with the window behind him.

“The Gentlemen in front of me has made a move to purchase our company, which as I have told him is absolutely not for sale.”

The large man reached for the small case he was carrying and pulled out An Apple PowerBook Titanium G4 Laptop which he then proceeded to turn on.

As the machine began to warm up, Grober continued to talk.

“As you are all aware, our stock value has increased this last quarter to over a $200 a share which we are very pleased with. As I have said before. We are not for sale.” said Grober who then seemed to sit back in his chair with a triumphant smile.

The quick speech, although not Churchillian by any means, still seemed to generate some kind of emotion within his staff who beamed with smiles and nodded approval.