Power

Think Week

Eventually, the babble of the room slowed to a quiet hum, everyone was waiting eagerly for Peter to return. It seems Elvis has left the building, said, Robin with a nervous chuckle trying to diffuse a tense situation with his usual dry sense of humor. If anyone has a question I will attempt to answer the best I can but we'll have to get Peter back soon.

Excuse me, Mr. Wright, my name  Laila from the Chronicle, based on what you heard from tonight's speech can you comment on the Wright Foundations' plans for future energy? He paused for a while looking something to say, well Laila I can tell you I'm defiantly interested in clean energy and I'm keen to push into this field even though I seem to be a bit late to the party. This is going to be a top priority at our next AGM where we will settle on something definite. For now, if there are no more questions I think we should all go back and reflect on what has been said here, this isn't only a corporate or Federal issue but something we can all work on.

Robin got up smiled and left through the backstage, Hey Jeff I need you to do me a favor, please see if you can get a hold of Peter for me, he left after his speech I think something's wrong. Of course Mr. Wright I'll update you as soon as we have him. 

The next day Robin woke at his usual 5 am and went out for his morning run and meditation. There was a lot on his mind after last night, sometimes it felt like he's head would explode with all the thoughts swirling around in his skull banging against each other and the skull cap building up like a pressure cooker. Most times running fast would relieve some of the pressure but sometimes journalling also helped, it was like a Pensive, something he stole from a Harry Potter novel. I wonder what had Peter so spooked last night, he had to find out soon. Suddenly the intense silence was broken by a laugh so magical it seemed one of the angels had come down from above. Morning sweetie which dreamland are you lost in, she said with a smile that always made him forget about the war in his head. I saw the speech last night it was good, why the long face? Hey, I didn't see you, I'm just worried about Peter he left unexpectantly last night. You know you think too much, I'm sure he's fine, you just need to go on a think week and figure out a solution to this energy problem, I've already cleared your week you good to go, she said with her famous death stare, daring him to argue with her.

The drive to the cabin was so serene and peaceful it felt like meditation. The range rover glided up the mountainous path effortlessly navigating the hairpin bends up and up he went higher into the clouds. The "cabin" was majestic and peaceful it was his personal Menlo Park, an idea he stole from Thomas Edison, where he developed a laboratory in a huge warehouse space, with his small team to work on their inventions. It would be a place where Edison could get away from the world and where he could get his best ideas, distraction-free, to bring on what he did to the world. 

The cabin was two storeys high, with floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the gorge outside and the rushing river below. It was equipped with a professional kitchen and a chef that prepared meals for him, a conference room with smartboards and his favorite room in the house, a massive library filled with books that he had collected over the years covering a wide range of topics including energy, medicine, engineering and even some cookbooks on the second floor was three spacious and comfortable bedrooms because everyone knew rest balanced with steady work was the key. Another essential feature of this house was the fact that there were no televisions or internet connectivity, this served a special purpose to create a concentration dome that blocked out distractions and allowed him to work exclusively and without interruptions on the important stuff.  

While sipping he's espresso on the porch Robin allowed he's mind to wander and drift off into a land of dreams.