The window is so large it reminded him of a store-front. Raul was looking out the large window of Mr. Wilson's Global HQ.  It's triple-glazed and so clear that the panorama is like a high definition screen at a movie theater. At the distance the hue of the evening sky splattered across the panoramic landscape. The clouds stood embossed upon that artistry of the skies. The birds traveled past, buffeted by the winds that whistle through these towers. He felt as if standing among those clouds. The real estate, a miles high looked so futuristic. The city below is so far away it's like another world, those ant-like people and all their problems are of no more consequence than like those temporary static on intercom. It was less than 24 hours Raul had gotten back to St.Peters berg from Houston. He was trying to sleep off his jet lag when his phone rang. It was Mr.Wilson. In less than an hour after that call,he was at the Global HQ. He has been to this same room a few rare tim...

Raul sank back into the seat, propped up a pillow behind his head and laid back leaning on it. He closed his eyes and began thinking of a plan which he has to execute at Moscow. The people he is going to meet is from one of the large business corporation named Index Inc., having their business interests across the domains from agriculture to space science. He is very sure that this mission he undertook is like a long distance marathon with hurdles. Raul could hear the sound of boots along the corridor, from outside his cabin. He could hear people talk and some muted commotion. He turned and  looked outside the window, saw a couple of soldiers walking along the track with their rucksacks.  The train had made the stop for the soldiers to board the train. A couple of minutes later, he felt the train move and gain speed to the next Station. He pulled out his feel good book- The Alchemist from his backpack and started flipping through the pages. He has read it a thousand one t...