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across the heart of the medieval city. Driving through rows of brick buckled townhouses bending over
stifling light from the depth of the streets. I steered the Audi in a backstreet from the bustling
downtown, to an uprooted townhouses, and rising straight from the sidewalk an impressive white
intimidating sleek cladding, In every quarter the finishing stages of construction, brining in the limelight
the multinational group's expending force.
Short of the rejuvenating crossroads, I veered to a halt up to a barrier. The engine idling, my window
down by the standing intercom terminal, where I announced myself. Then, after a brief silence, the boom
lifted, I glanced at my Cupid, and moved on down the sloping ramp underground. In a forest of concrete
columns and overhead beams, I circled searching around. At the ease of reading the 'visitor' sign, I
sensed a premonitory stroke luck. A puzzle piece complete an impression, ample to fit, swerved and
pulled in the parking space.
Now feeling at destiny, I stepped out, sloughing stress coming around the Audi. Bending by the open
door fetching from the passenger seat my sleeping Cupid. Straightening up, a beacon of sight, my eye
beams doubtful skimming in circle over rooftops searching the directive of a doorway. The figure of a
man, instructive in deed, as he steps through a darkening depth of a door leaf from the shady pair on
the wall.
In the man's wake, I entered a blank lobby void of elevator doors. Hesitant followed guiding walls
around the corner. Along a faint pitched floor, I reconciled with an architectural design. Gaining
reassurance along the way, sparing a glance at my Cupid's sleeping moon face, annihilating in mind
anticipating our reception. I attuned thoughtfully to the wafts of fresh painted odors, heading through an
efflorescent white contour light, tunneling wide years in the aftermath emerged the sign that we
were heading in our particular way toward a new beginning in life.
We emerged at street level, directed onto an immense reflective shadowy floor. Brought my eyes down
from sweeping across the atrium in the optic of a dome, to the letters up front the rear wall, reading 'AG
Insurance Group' and lay sight on the middle of a triplet of receptionists. Advancing to gain the adverse
crescent shaped counter. Presenting myself knightly to the woman, who such as Martine agile and
speaking into telephonic devices to a remote person. The receptionist returned a flowing attention, saying,
[French] Will you wait. Someone will come and fetch you?
At the counter a delivery man accost the far left receptionist, as I stalked by sight the few individuals
in a habitual gait crossing the hall. From the elevator lobby activity, and distinguishing himself by long
strides through a dark suit approach. Allusive, fetching at the center point a visitor. He steps up, and
after an introductory name quest, said, Will you follow me? The man coils off, and gains a few
strides, heading a secure middle place among the elevators. Squaring up opposing his earlier appearance,
stretching out an arm, pointing a finger, and retrieving. I closed in, and stepped right inside the cabin.
Standing silent and steady, without a hint of levitation speed. I emerged without reference to the
building, facing a reception of white collar and tie figures in dark suits congregated where ends the
elevator lobby.
As the winning party, oversight to the recent weeks, emerging the justice palace from the gears of the
supreme court with their corporate lawyers. I paid respect, saying, I found myself with my daughter
alone at home. Odd as a native village of gathered men peering down at my Cupid. I found myself
squinting at a far movement from a series of a sentinel of doors up the corridor. A man in his approach,
emblematic on the team of past harsh negotiators, Breard stepped up mingling in the midst of a floor of
men, wide eyed gleaming in admiration protective over the last of the progenitive species
inadvertently, Breard relieved me from the carry seat, and tracked his way back.
A stone-faced man, itchy, kept a few paces back isolated from colleagues, dropped a subtle hand wave
with an inviting side step. Leading me by sight through the hinged back leaf of the double doors. In the
privacy around the corner ahead of the team lagging in the adjacent hallway of converging corridors. in
front of ghostly peering vacant chairs huddling around an elaborate elongated oval conference table, the
scale of justice tipped .
Weighing, my absent attorney striving for my project a financial retribution. Moral, at the other arm of
the scale As parent I hold the umbrella of a shield over those deprived to fend for themselves. Fierce
are the thunderstorm of malicious minds lashing envy and jealousy at reaching me punitively. I wasn't
quite sure individual telepathic hatred dissolved by the nature of a non physical corporation. Unwilling to
temp the chance, my children bear fatal mishaps. In a few words I said to the stone-faced man,
[French] I have a buyer have we got a deal?
In flight from the stone-faced man, assured in recuperating our investment, I sloughed off, stepping
outside, a two-years energy withering project and a shattered morale. Around the corner, I glanced up
the corridor, by the ghostly male, of Breard earlier at the far door, a young woman emerged carrying the
white newborn seat. Returned to me, as I looked at my Cupid, meek as her sleeps, innocent of her
transcendent-volition, that envisaged I regained lost support for my endeavors. I turned away, though I
treaded in a corporate mine field, in a few strides cleared my way from the men to the lobby, and
squared up to the elevator door. Standing by, an inadvertent lost glance over my shoulder, to lay sight
on the men in dark suits, the regard of an extra-terrestrial experience on their faces. Returning sight after
the call of a door ping. I moved on inside the cabin, as the closing door sealing me off, I grew
contemplating the legendary role of mothers.
Vision is a passenger-scientific tool of the mind, which has kept me intrigued since infancy, over
half a century in due course, with date stamps and records, compelled by psychoanalytic
odysseys reserved for exploration by the deepest halls of my mind.
Here are some links for further in-depth reading, the core of a detailed work: The Code:
Horizon Of Infinity
Video in conjunction with my work: YouTube 2:2 Video The Code: Horizon of Infinity
Books available from the publisher: http://sbprabooks.com/ivanbroes/
Book available at Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/The-Code-Infinity-Ivan-Broes/dp/1628574666
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