Businesswoman Chapter 200

Air cooled the engine. The vehicle smoothed over the pavement with gears shifting like a finely tuned clock. The purr of the motor created a music that rivaled any concerto. Entrepreneur Paul Atkinson relaxed in the back with a glass of cognac. He peered outside the bulletproof ultra-tint windows. Each light he passed seemed like a drop of electric sunshine seeking to illuminate the spacious interior of the Goulding vehicle.

He scrolled on his phone. His thumbs swiped up through news posts. A text came through on his mobile device.

It read:

I need you to get here as quickly as possible.”

“Isaac, please take me to the Breen Estate.”

“Roger.”

Once he arrived, he found Lisa’s car parked in the driveway as well as men in black suits. What the hell is this? he thought.

He smoothed out his tailored suit and icy white dress shirt. No tie. Upon entering the mansion, he saw the women standing like sculptures, projecting strength and calmness in their poses.

“I think we should talk about figures,” Loreen addressed them and led them to her dining room down the hall.

“Please have a seat,” Loreen suggested. The woman and man sat with hints of apprehension.

“We have a chance to each earn a cool three billion dollars. We won’t have to be company doctors, or instructors, or even invest in any establishments.”

“Where’s the money coming from, then?” Atkinson asked.

“Yes, what will yield us such high profits?” Lisa queried.

“Space….” Loreen spoke with certainty and flair.

“Like outer space?” Lisa wondered.

“Exactly. They’re drawing up plans for private flights. They want us to be part of the missions. Ten billion dollars split three ways.”

“There’s a catch….” Atkinson suspected.

“No catch. We apply our dollars and sense and more billions will come.”