Taylor's private office was a statement in architectural drama. High ceilings, marble floors, a window that was a wall of glass, in front of which a large slab of gray marble rested on legs of forged steel. As he moved across to it, the pale sunlight of a winter morning shot shards of cold steel through his black hair and added a sharpened cast to his lean dark profile that spoke of his ruthless and cold-hearted personality. Stepping around the edges of the slab of marble, he slammed the newspaper down on its smooth gray top. It unfurled on impact, showing him the inner-page headline that his personal assistant helpfully presented to him. It was Marcus' job to scour the world's newspapers, his job to mark those items he believed would be of interest to the acting head of the Schultz International Company. But Marcus would not be making the same mistake again very quickly, Taylor mused as he glared at the train for all of his anger. His car had run into a lady, causing her a fatal