For over three decades, Aleksandr Trelescu had served as president and CEO of Sapphire Industries. But today he wasn't feeling especially presidential.
The voice on the telephone had been electronically altered but, nevertheless, the phrasing was unmistakeable. The thick Slavic accent impossible to fully mask.
It was her. She was alive! His heart beat a staccato tattoo within his chest at that realization. He had believed her dead. He would never have left Rumania had he known otherwise.
The call was brief, the message clear. Death was coming for him...soon. He wept shamelessly for the follies of his youth.