I’m currently working on Chapter 4, but here is an excerpt from the first Chapter. Tell me how you like it.
Expect a Miracle
Chapter 1
Alexander Jameson (called AJ by his friends) walked into the Swiss Royal Bank’s United States based branch. He had to make a special trip to New York just for this purpose. He charged it to the police department, stating that he was on “official police business.”
One might say that he was not himself today.Alexander Jameson was disguised.He took great pains to make sure that no one cold see through his disguise. His hair was a bright red-today. He was your typical “carrot top.” He was wearing the finest clothes and the most expensive jewelry that money could buy. Some would say that he looked “simply dashing.” He requested to speak to the bank president, wishing to obtain a large safe deposit box. He carried a black leather case and looked very “business-like.”The Bank president, Cory Singleton, came out with a broad smile on his face. Singleton was always happy to see a client who would had the potential to help improve the status of his institution. He introduced himself:
“Hi, I’m Cory Singleton, President of the United States Branch of the Swiss Royal Bank.”
“Sylvester Feldman is the name. I need to lease a safe deposit box, please.”
“No problem. We of course, have several levels of security and the boxes are priced accordingly. We have —”
Feldman interrupted, “I’ll take the highest level of security that you have with a triple key validation; and I am prepared to pay the $10,000 lifetime lease rate.”
“You realize sir, that means we need to have a representative from Switzerland here to set up such an account. This is usually arranged in advance so that-”
Feldman held up his hand, stopping Singleton in mid-sentence.Mr. Singleton, I do not wish you to think that you have been circumvented in any way. However, if we could begin the process, I assure you that YOUR representative from Switzerland will be here before we have come to a conclusion.”
Singleton did not know why, but he believed Sylvester Feldman. They went back to Singleton’s office and started processing the paperwork. Just as Singleton requested that Feldman provide proof of identity, and other such verification, a very deep voice rang out, “That won’t be necessary.”
In the doorway stood Anders Freelan. Cory Singleton was on his feet right away. This was NOT just a Swiss Royal Bank representative; Anders Freelan was his uncle and the head of the Swiss Royal Bank. In fact you could say that Freelan WAS the Swiss Royal Bank.
“Uncle Anders!” said singleton, “Sir! This is very unexpected. You have never come unannounced before. I-I ha-ha-had n-no idea!”
“Sit down Cor,” said Anders Freelan, using his nephew’s familiar nickname. “Relax! Let’s not have a cow now. If this is man is who I think he is, then you can stop that paperwork right now.”
Feldman turned around and looked at Anders Freelan and said to him, with a slight smirk on his face, “did I ever tell you about the time I was in NAM?”
Anders Freelan nearly leapt across the office to greet the man with an aggressive handshake and a massive bear hug.
NAM.
Viet Nam.
Seeing Anders Freelan standing in the door brought back a flood of memories from a time in the past that neither man thought they would ever revisit again…
