You're My Guilty Pleasure

e of the HY Gro

prawled out. Wisps of wind wriggled in through the blue curtains that we

ther sofa which was by the sid

him look coldly charming. And with his lips tightly pursed, he looked har

ity lay in his power, his business intelligence gripping the international spac

which contained photos of the exploration site. He paused

tion site. The picture showed a river running over cobbles and sand. A woman weari

ed, her shoes and the boy's were. The boy was either going to scho

o his face, his hand quavering with excitement. He caressed the face of

the bright sunshine of the photo. It made his heart throb with a new kind of life

ourse, it was he

r the past two years, but he never found he

linting with glee. Stretching out, he pressed a

a dark gray suit over a white shirt and a tie with bright gray stripes.

eral manager o

said, leaning

he photo across the desk to the other man,

iling. He had barely seen him smile this gen

we should be happy about!"

gain. Then he said finally, "The girl on the p

sand and a river and, in the distance, two human figures walking i