David moves with determined strides through the halls of Fischbacher Shipping, Inc., prepared for a confrontation. He stops momentarily outside the glass partition that surrounds the drafting studio. Isaac is working diligently, as usual, and does not see his son. David can"t help but think his father looks even more distressed than he did yesterday.
On a mission, David proceeds to the suite of administrative offices and swings the door open wide. Startled at first, Fischbacher"s assistant, Janice Cole, rises up behind her desk, almost regally. When she realizes it is David, her expression softens.
“Well, hello, David. What brings you here?” Janice"s ivory skin is flawless, even without a touch of makeup. Hanging on the wall over her head, like a deity"s image, is a portrait of Nathan Fi
