The skyscrapers of New York City were blackened spiderwebs across the overcast sky. Spires jutted into the air, creating a sense of a thorny rose bush looming below a soulful gray sea of solitude. A man in his mid forties sat in a metal office chair across from his associate in a conference room on the fifty-second floor of a plain faced building. He had the look of a well refined business man; his suit was neatly pressed, his gray hair cut short, and his tie was tasteful. His face, although tired, was filled with anxiety as he waited for his compatriot to finish reviewing his proposal. The colleague was visibly younger than the man, in his early thirties. His light brown hair was a contrast to his deep olive-colored eyes, which moved left to right, reading the paper in front of him. His face was expressionless as he read, which made the man even more nervous. He had never imagined that his experiment would have such great potential as it did; that his theories would have the chance to make his name one known by every person in the world. But, that was the chance he had in his grasp as he sat in front of this man.
c1998 Butterfly