PROLOGUE

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"Business for Dummies". The book laid on the shelf lonesome, just waiting to be picked. True enough, it's wish was granted as a lanky young man removed it from it's solitary torture. He walked down the aisle as he picked certain titles that garnered his attention, from "New York Bestsellers" to amateur writers. Other library commuters stared and had their mouths dangling wide open, resembling a basset hound's ears. He walked in proud wide strides, his silken suit had crisp creases from ironing perfection. He was obviously a Red Sox fan from his black and red cap with the trade mark "B" logo. He screams elitism from his perfection in every aspect, the only thing baffling was that he was in a public library. He went to the check-out kiosk and swiftly entered his social security number, scanned his books and left in a hurry. As he entered the busy Boston cityscape, he hailed a yellow cab and told the cabbie his apartment address.

"306 Newbury" exclaimed the hurried passenger.

"Where's that son?" the old cabbie replied, with a grin revealing yellow stained teeth.

"I'll guide you there" replied the passenger and he promptly reached his destination without much hassle. As he stepped into the lift lobby he went up to his letterbox with letters "Esovax Lichstein" deeply encrusted within a glass panel. He opened his letterbox only to be disappointed as his precious letter hasn't arrived. He went up to his penthouse apartment and opened the door only to be greeted by a great mess of dog poo on the door mat.

"KAISER!" Esovax bellowed and his voice echoed around the house. Kaiser, a black and white papillon strutted out of the kitchen with the same proud strides his owner takes. Esovax always had his heart melted when he saw Kaiser's trademark papillon pricked up ears but this time Kaiser's charm just wasn't enough. Esovax whispered a silent chant and a light prism had surrounded Kaiser, trapping him. It was Esovax's way of punishing his dog, keeping it caged for an hour. As he wound up the blinds, Boston's nightlife had already begun, with flashing lights and nightclubs,

"Tonight's going to be a fanciful one!" thought Esovax.

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