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everything expected of them and nothing more? Yes, Susan was a
very nice woman, and she was willing. Why not? But what would his
co-workers say? Eteo never liked anyone talking about his private
life. He couldn’t mix work with pleasure although there were a lot of
other guys who did exactly that, but Eteo wasn’t like the other guys,
and that was that. Perhaps he should break up with Susan.
Yet he found himself liking the woman more and more, and although
her daughter plus Eteo’s two sons and a nephew would be a
bit of a crowd, the emotions he felt for Susan had to be given their
time of day. He would carry on dating her and hope for the best.
He returned to planning the coming day. He would have to fit in
a meeting with Richard Walden, the stock promoter of Golden Veins,
a company Eteo had financed about a year ago. He had purchased a
million shares of Golden Veins, an oil startup in Saskatchewan with
good prospects, heavy oil but in a good location where several other
small producers were located. What made it different was that, besides
the ground, this small company had a new technology that a
group of engineers in Vancouver had been promoting. They had invented
a new sensing apparatus which, they claimed, could find oil
in the ground just by driving their car over the property. That had
attracted plenty of attention, but Richard Walden had somehow gotten
the exclusive use of it, presumably by promising the engineers a
good chunk of money if the machine proved itself in the field. The
end result was that Golden Veins fed the hungry engineers for a while
in return for having the first right of using their exclusive technology
on the company’s prospect in Saskatchewan. What had impressed
Eteo the most was a comment Richard had made when they had met
for the first time year and a half ago. When Eteo asked what the promoter’s
goals were, he had replied, “All of it, the estate, the yacht, the
works!”
Eteo’s restless mind ran back to his parents again. He hadn’t
talked to them for a couple of weeks now, and the thought made him
feel sad. The flow of his everyday life forced him to neglect calling
them as often as he wanted. He felt unable to help his parents as much
as he should from this far side of the globe where he had chosen to
emigrate. What had made him go this far away from them?
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