Chapter 21 - India - Flash Back

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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 times. The urgency by which Mr.Wilson summoned him to the office unsettled him.

"Raul..Sorry to keep you waiting." said Mr.Wilson.
Raul spun around, away from the window, away from his thoughts.
"Sir..Its okay.Good evening"
"Yes, Good evening..Good evening.." saying that he crossed the room, looked out into the distance through the window.
"This is perfect." he mumbled

Mr.Wilson moved a wooden chair closer to the window and placed it facing the world outside.
As he was adjusting the chair to suit his view he said, "Grab a chair and move it here. Let us talk" said Mr.Wilson.

Resting against the back of the wooden chair, with a face of utter nonchalance Mr.Wilson sat looking into the horizon. Somehow for Rahul, Mr.Wilson reminded him of Don Vito Corleone, the air surrounding him thick with anticipation.

"Isn't it beautiful?" asked Mr.Wilson.
"Yeah it is..it is.The skies look spectacular today, sir."
"hmmmmm..."

"Tell me about Houston" said Mr.Wilson.
"Houston is good. So far..so good sir. The Real Estate office we run at Houston is very small with limited number of computer systems. Our surveillance software on them will be able to monitor everything and notify us of any anomalies." replied Raul.
"We have to keep a tab on all the top level system administrators through our field officers. We need to perform auditing every random day to keep them boys on the toes" continued Raul.


"You know Raul..what I am worried about?..Its..its the increased connectivity and indiscipline users. Its one reality I have to manage"
"I understand, yes, sir"

Raul can perceive, the global ambitions of Mr.Wilson. The Real Estate office named "Realty One"  at Houston, is a legitimate business looking into the property businesses in and around Houston catering to the real estate needs of everyone in every strata of the society. What the world doesn't know is behind the scenes, the office also doubles as a data collection point for Atlanta Inc. and their ambitions in USA. Realty One, over the  years will collect data and intelligence on everything of Mr.Wilsons business interests in USA.



"Raul...How soon can you go to India?" asked Mr.Wilson
"India...India sir?"
"Yes India, you will be there for a long haul."
"Anytime sir. I am ready." replied Raul. The adrenaline in him was already stirring up for the new adventure.


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