Three years. It had been three years since Robert Fischer called together a meeting of Fischer Morrow's board members to announce the impending dissolution thereof. They'd blustered and they'd scoffed. They'd argued and tried to convince him to reconsider. A mistake, some had said. A hasty decision, others posited. Some warned him against doing anything as an act of grief. Robert thanked them for their time, their service, and to kindly get out. It was finished now, that final meeting of interested parties was done and over with. Papers signed, hands shook, Fischer Morrow was no longer the massive Australian energy conglomerate his father built and ran. They were no longer the sole provider of the best, most efficient, clean energy source on the planet. Oh, Robert was no fool. He hadn't given away the entire farm. Certain rights were retained, patents held, stocks controlled but he'd broken apart the empire and sold off satellite offices in other countries to some of his father's rivals. And Robert was finally free to be his own man, out from under his father's stifling shadow of accomplishments. What, exactly, he was going to do the younger Fischer didn't quite know yet. The news outlets and business journals did plenty of speculation for him but he didn't care. He was done worrying about the things they printed about him. There were no more headlines to be had about public clashes with his father, how he was squandering his inheritance or what a failure and disappointment the late Maurice Fischer would deem him to be--this was what Dad wanted. Robert felt sure of that. It's what he would have wanted. Perhaps this wasn't quite what his father had in mind, Robert smiled to himself in a bit of a lop-sided, half-formed sort of expression. Amusement was there in his bright blue eyes as his hands played over the warm sand of Bells Beach. Victoria wasn't New South Whales but it wasn't far off either. He'd just needed to get away from Sydney for a while and he didn't want to get on a plane to do it. So here he was, sitting on a beach watching the waves crash and surfers more talented than he trying to ride them. Robert was relaxing. He was getting some sun and adding to the scattering of freckles on his face. He was unaware of being watched. |
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