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now, the gala opening of The Redman International Building was about to begin.
    Louis looked up Fifth Avenue, toward the activity surrounding Redman International’s red-carpeted entrance.   Judging by the crowd of reporters and the string of limousines that snaked down the avenue, one would think that every influential man and woman in the world had come to show their support for George Redman.   The fact that Louis did business with many of these men and women made him turn away in disgust.
    He looked across the desk at the black-and-white photograph of his wife.
    In its heavy silver frame, the photo had faded over the years since Anne’s death, but her beauty shined through.
    Louis studied her face and thought back to the few years they had shared together.   She had been his first love, his champion and best friend.   She had given him his best memories.   She also had given him a son and, although he and Michael had their differences, whenever Louis saw him, he was reminded, through Michael’s features alone, of his beloved Anne.
    The wife George Redman robbed him of.
    Louis thought about all that was coming Redman’s way.   The time was now.   At last, George Redman was vulnerable.   When Anne died, Louis promised that both he and Michael would make Redman pay for what he did to her.   He promised to destroy George Redman, his family, the Redman empire.   He would make them all feel the pain he had felt for years.
    He glanced down at the front page of the Wall Street Journal. The banner headline read:
     
     
    REDMAN STOCK PLUNGES TWENTY-THREE POINTS.
     
    PROPOSED TAKEOVER OF WESTTEX MAKES STOCKHOLDERS NERVOUS.
     
     
    Well, that’s too bad , Louis thought.  
    He opened a desk drawer and reached for the latest issue of People magazine.   On the cover was his son, Michael Archer, the movie star and bestselling novelist.   Even as he aged, it was clear that Michael inherited his looks from his mother, from the dark hair to the cobalt-blue eyes.   There wasn’t the slightest resemblance of himself in Michael.
    As he studied his son’s face, Louis wondered how Michael would react when he learned that George Redman murdered his mother.   He had been only three when it happened.   To save his son the pain and anger he had to endure, Louis raised Michael thinking his mother’s death was an accident.   But despite the tragedy that should have brought them closer together, it had driven them apart because Louis needed to devote his time to Manhattan Enterprises in an effort to secure their futures.  
    They never had been close.   In fact, until last week, Louis hadn’t seen or heard from Michael in sixteen years.
    And all because of George Redman , he thought.
    He put the magazine down and turned to watch the limousines inch their way down the avenue.   He wondered which one his son was in.   Last week, when Michael came unannounced to his office, Louis was surprised by the change in him.   Michael seemed older to him in person than on film.   His eyes had hardened over the years, erasing his former look of innocence.   Perhaps struggling in Hollywood had been good for him.   Maybe he finally had grown up.
    But, of course, he hadn’t.
    When Michael explained the predicament he was in, that his life was in danger, Louis listened, feeling the same sense of shame and anger he felt when Michael left home for Hollywood at the age of eighteen.   Even now, Louis could hear Michael asking him for help.   Even now, he could see the look of surprise on Michael’s face when told he would only get the help he needed if he went to the opening of Redman International and met Leana Redman.
     
     
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    In his father’s black Lincoln limousine, Michael Archer looked through the tinted window at the glittering New York skyline and thought he’d rather be anywhere else than here.
    He wasn’t happy to be back.   He hated what he saw.   He left this place once and hadn’t looked back