Waiting by Erin Dennington ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2 "I don't care when they said they'd have it in, I want it in and I want it in now!" Davis slammed down the phone and angrily shoved his chair back from the desk. Striding across the room, he paused in front of the window and gazed down at the street below his office. The forecasters were calling for more snow by midday. Davis didn't care. At this point, all he cared about was whether the predators outside his office were going to relent and leave him the fuck alone. He could see three people huddled below umbrellas, stopping random passerby; he could count two vans idling at the curb, their antennas reaching high into the sky. In his opinion, it was none of their damn business whether or not he made public the reasoning behind his motives. They'd been camped outside for 2 days now and although the numbers had dwindled as the temperature had diminished, a few stubbornly dug in, waiting for the scoop of a lifetime. Davis was about to hand over the one thing he'd ever cared about, all that he had worked for in his lifetime. He was going to hand it over and walk away. The reason the reporters doggedly waited outside the imposing glass structure was simple. They wanted to know why was the world's smartest and richest man about to retire from the technological world and walk away from it forever. Davis knew and Davis wasn't telling. Davis was a dead man. And dead men aren't available for comment. 13:55 - 11.05.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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