Sitting in what was once Nathan Hicks' chair and facing the window behind the desk, Louis looked out over the buildings across from Southern Hilltop Gold. It was almost noon and he had decided to clear up some of the paperwork typical of the office by taking a look at the facades of the buildings where other companies as important as his were operating. There were no other mining and jewelry companies nearby, so he couldn't challenge himself to buy one that was smaller than Southern unless he sought them out. He was also thinking of making his way into other areas and seeking to associate or buy a small one in the textile sector, for example, or the telecommunications sector, which was booming and growing.
He was in those thoughts when the intercom on his desk rang.
“You have a call from
