Today was the day! Yes, it was finally here. And he felt great, not even the tiredness that plagued him of late. Tossing aside the sheets, Laurent De Berger took a quick peek out the window. Uff! Same old fastidious blue sky with the glaring sunlight. Dallas's usual weather and today was no different. Parbleu! How can the sun be so bright on the thirty-first of October, practically November? It was beyond him.

Living in the damn city, he missed his Paris drizzle, the cool, if not downright cold falls, with dead leaves clogging street gutters in their range of colors dimming to winter's grayness. Nothing here to mark the passing seasons, no changing hues or temperatures, just the same dreary blue and hot yellow fixture in the sky. Then again, he couldn't do much about either or for being there in the first place.

With a sigh, he remembered how he had come to be an exile from his native country…either that or end up in prison. Well, the choice seemed easy--better Dallas's insufferable weather than seeing comforting gray skies from behind bars. Not his fault French Internal Revenues Department hadn't caught up sooner with call centers or their earnings, realizing only much later how much money they really made. By then Laurent had a flourishing bank account stashed in Switzerland's secreted vaults and wasn't about to give it up for some stupid mistake on the government's part. And to think the business was going great, too. At age twenty-five, he managed one of the most profitable call centers in all of France, something he had started as a way to pass time while searching for a job more in line with his Sorbonne University degree in Economics.