Post by Daniel on Feb 17, 2009 0:33:10 GMT -5
Day 1- 11:30 AM- Owen's house
The sound of the alarm clock had interrupted what was probably Owen's best night sleep in ages. But for the first time he wasn't in a rush to beat traffic in the morning, he had no hurry to show up to work, as today was the day he was set to take over his father's software company: Thorne Tech, Inc. A place he has been loyal to for over six years, the past year as a successful Vice President. And despite his occasional altercations with the law, his outstanding performance inevitably earned him the promotion. With his father, Grant Thorne, officially stepping down as CEO today, this momentous celebration will be Owen's inauguration of sorts-- as well as a recognizing Grant's accomplishments as founder of the company. The alarm clock keeps ringing, and oddly enough brings a smirk to Owen's face. Not because the sound was soothing, but rather because he knew 'the big day' as he called it had come. He hits the button to stop the alarm, and proceeds to yawn with his arms extending above his head. He rolls over to the other side of the bed, where he's met with his soon-to-be wife, Allison whom he's dated for a couple of years now. Owen caresses her long brown hair and gives her a quick peck on the cheek before quietly getting out of bed, to avoid disturbing her rest.
In the bathroom Owen slipped on one his trademark suits, his tailor-made Armani jacket and pants. He adjusted his tie to look his sharpest, when all of a sudden his cell phone ringed in his back pocket. Without hesitation he reached and answered the call.
“Hello?” Owen answered.
“Owen, my boy, where are you?” replied the voice on the other line.
“Hey, dad. Oh I’m just at home getting ready.” Owen said as he buttoned up his suit.
“Getting ready? It’s your inauguration; you should be coming in extra early today! Especially with the insane traffic we got going.”
“Yeah yeah, I hear you.” Owen retorted as he rolled his eyes. It wasn’t like he didn’t respect his father, it was just that he tended to suffocate him with his little lectures. Since his start with the company, he had been advised time and time again by his father to show up early, but he became passive to that piece of advice after a while. Besides, who was going to nark on the new CEO for showing up a little late?
“Alright I hope to see you soon. Time is money, Owen. Remember that.” Grant Thorne continued as at this point his son became a little irate.
“Okay, dad, I’ll see you then. Later.” Owen concluded, as he hung up. He exited the bathroom, grabbed his car keys from the coat hanger and just like that he was ready to show up to the Thorne Tech Headquarters.
A solid forty-five minutes had passed, and as predicted by his father—Owen was stuck in traffic with the possibility of being late for work. He let out a sigh when he stopped at the red light, knowing that there was still a long way to go. He glanced out the window, where some drunk lunatic was banging on the windshield of the driver ahead. Probably a beggar, thought Owen. The driver constantly flipped off this drunken idiot, but it didn’t end there. The man moved up to the passenger door and proceeded to strike the window, shattering it with his bare hands. At that point Owen knew he had to intervene because the drunken man was already choking the driver out. Owen emerged from his car and attempted to help out the poor fellow.
“Hey asshole, leave him alone!” Owen shouted as he restrained the ‘man’. The man retaliated with a deafening shrieking sound right in his face, displaying his grotesque... discolored, pale face and bloodshot eyes. Owen jumped back in fear, and was then shoved aside by a couple of police officers who decided to defend the driver. Owen slowly backed all the way to his car, watching the cops beat down this mental patient with tasers. Not knowing what to believe, he swerved passed the other vehicles to simply get out of there. He didn’t even want to think about what had just transpired but he knew on some level, that something just wasn’t quite right…
However he just kept his eyes on the road and focused on reaching the Thorne Tech Headquarters. Owen went over his lines for his press conference and he was very well aware that he needed to meet his father’s expectations. After all, the family company was placed into his hands; anything less than excellence would be a disappointment. All of a sudden, Owen put his foot on the brake and gradually slowed down as something unusual had captured his attention. He had arrived at the Thorne building, where there was a huge crowding near the entrance. Owen parked his car on the street, and jogged to the scene to see what all the fuss was about… and much to his dismay; it was a gathering of policemen as well as paramedics. His eyes narrowed in confusion as he passed through the police tape.
“Excuse me, can you tell me what’s going on” Owen asked.
“Sir, please step away from this crime scene. There’s been an accident” replied a police officer.
“An accident? Well, this is my business property. I have a right to know what happened.” Owen made perfectly clear. The police officer pointed out to the medics pushing a stretcher. He glared at the individual placed on the stretcher, and once he could make out his identity, his jaw dropped in disbelief. It was the former CEO, Mr. Grant Thorne hooked up to a respirator, clearly unstable. Owen wanted to aid his father, but was subsequently pushed back by authority.
“What happened to him!? What’s wrong with him?” Owen demanded. A medic then stepped on the scene.
“We’re not sure what exactly went down, but the marks on Mr. Thorne’s neck indicate that it was a vicious bite mark.”
“A bite mark? You’re saying there was some kind of animal involved?” Owen asked.
“We don’t know yet. We’ll have to take him in for further evaluation. We have a feeling his wound might be infectious.” replied the medic.
“At least let me go with him. He’s my father.”
“Quite frankly at this point, it doesn’t matter if you’re family or not. We want to prevent this possible infection of spreading. Now please sir, step aside.” The medic says with impatience.
Owen lets out a sigh, pacing around a couple of times. The medics escort Grant Thorne in the ambulance and drive off in a hurry. Owen sat down on the curb, pondering hard. He has no clue what to make of this unexpected altercation. His father has somehow been infected and the authorities won’t even fill him in.
The sound of the alarm clock had interrupted what was probably Owen's best night sleep in ages. But for the first time he wasn't in a rush to beat traffic in the morning, he had no hurry to show up to work, as today was the day he was set to take over his father's software company: Thorne Tech, Inc. A place he has been loyal to for over six years, the past year as a successful Vice President. And despite his occasional altercations with the law, his outstanding performance inevitably earned him the promotion. With his father, Grant Thorne, officially stepping down as CEO today, this momentous celebration will be Owen's inauguration of sorts-- as well as a recognizing Grant's accomplishments as founder of the company. The alarm clock keeps ringing, and oddly enough brings a smirk to Owen's face. Not because the sound was soothing, but rather because he knew 'the big day' as he called it had come. He hits the button to stop the alarm, and proceeds to yawn with his arms extending above his head. He rolls over to the other side of the bed, where he's met with his soon-to-be wife, Allison whom he's dated for a couple of years now. Owen caresses her long brown hair and gives her a quick peck on the cheek before quietly getting out of bed, to avoid disturbing her rest.
In the bathroom Owen slipped on one his trademark suits, his tailor-made Armani jacket and pants. He adjusted his tie to look his sharpest, when all of a sudden his cell phone ringed in his back pocket. Without hesitation he reached and answered the call.
“Hello?” Owen answered.
“Owen, my boy, where are you?” replied the voice on the other line.
“Hey, dad. Oh I’m just at home getting ready.” Owen said as he buttoned up his suit.
“Getting ready? It’s your inauguration; you should be coming in extra early today! Especially with the insane traffic we got going.”
“Yeah yeah, I hear you.” Owen retorted as he rolled his eyes. It wasn’t like he didn’t respect his father, it was just that he tended to suffocate him with his little lectures. Since his start with the company, he had been advised time and time again by his father to show up early, but he became passive to that piece of advice after a while. Besides, who was going to nark on the new CEO for showing up a little late?
“Alright I hope to see you soon. Time is money, Owen. Remember that.” Grant Thorne continued as at this point his son became a little irate.
“Okay, dad, I’ll see you then. Later.” Owen concluded, as he hung up. He exited the bathroom, grabbed his car keys from the coat hanger and just like that he was ready to show up to the Thorne Tech Headquarters.
A solid forty-five minutes had passed, and as predicted by his father—Owen was stuck in traffic with the possibility of being late for work. He let out a sigh when he stopped at the red light, knowing that there was still a long way to go. He glanced out the window, where some drunk lunatic was banging on the windshield of the driver ahead. Probably a beggar, thought Owen. The driver constantly flipped off this drunken idiot, but it didn’t end there. The man moved up to the passenger door and proceeded to strike the window, shattering it with his bare hands. At that point Owen knew he had to intervene because the drunken man was already choking the driver out. Owen emerged from his car and attempted to help out the poor fellow.
“Hey asshole, leave him alone!” Owen shouted as he restrained the ‘man’. The man retaliated with a deafening shrieking sound right in his face, displaying his grotesque... discolored, pale face and bloodshot eyes. Owen jumped back in fear, and was then shoved aside by a couple of police officers who decided to defend the driver. Owen slowly backed all the way to his car, watching the cops beat down this mental patient with tasers. Not knowing what to believe, he swerved passed the other vehicles to simply get out of there. He didn’t even want to think about what had just transpired but he knew on some level, that something just wasn’t quite right…
However he just kept his eyes on the road and focused on reaching the Thorne Tech Headquarters. Owen went over his lines for his press conference and he was very well aware that he needed to meet his father’s expectations. After all, the family company was placed into his hands; anything less than excellence would be a disappointment. All of a sudden, Owen put his foot on the brake and gradually slowed down as something unusual had captured his attention. He had arrived at the Thorne building, where there was a huge crowding near the entrance. Owen parked his car on the street, and jogged to the scene to see what all the fuss was about… and much to his dismay; it was a gathering of policemen as well as paramedics. His eyes narrowed in confusion as he passed through the police tape.
“Excuse me, can you tell me what’s going on” Owen asked.
“Sir, please step away from this crime scene. There’s been an accident” replied a police officer.
“An accident? Well, this is my business property. I have a right to know what happened.” Owen made perfectly clear. The police officer pointed out to the medics pushing a stretcher. He glared at the individual placed on the stretcher, and once he could make out his identity, his jaw dropped in disbelief. It was the former CEO, Mr. Grant Thorne hooked up to a respirator, clearly unstable. Owen wanted to aid his father, but was subsequently pushed back by authority.
“What happened to him!? What’s wrong with him?” Owen demanded. A medic then stepped on the scene.
“We’re not sure what exactly went down, but the marks on Mr. Thorne’s neck indicate that it was a vicious bite mark.”
“A bite mark? You’re saying there was some kind of animal involved?” Owen asked.
“We don’t know yet. We’ll have to take him in for further evaluation. We have a feeling his wound might be infectious.” replied the medic.
“At least let me go with him. He’s my father.”
“Quite frankly at this point, it doesn’t matter if you’re family or not. We want to prevent this possible infection of spreading. Now please sir, step aside.” The medic says with impatience.
Owen lets out a sigh, pacing around a couple of times. The medics escort Grant Thorne in the ambulance and drive off in a hurry. Owen sat down on the curb, pondering hard. He has no clue what to make of this unexpected altercation. His father has somehow been infected and the authorities won’t even fill him in.