NY. 35 years before Day I
The little son of Gregory was born on 26 of June. There was a really nice day, not only for the born of his third child… that day, the businessman sold his first building, reason why he would remember that day for the rest of his life. He looked at the child for one second and the boy began to cry.
‘Nurse, take it, please.’ He said emphasizing the ‘it’. The nurse took him and, like a magic spell, the child stopped crying. ‘I have never been good with children,’ he continued looking at his babe, ‘but I promise I have the best name for you: Alexander.’
Frankfurt. G.AP. laboratories
‘We have no clue about him.’ The director said. ‘Can you do it?’
‘Do I have any option?’ Lorraine answered.
‘We can provide you his files… but I’ve read them and I don’t think you can find anything interesting. You have one week before the vaccine dies.’
Paris. 15 years before Day I
‘My father was never an affectionate person.’ Alex used to say years after. ‘Of course, I have no complaints about him. My mother died after two years. I have no child memories about her, just my brother and sister’s stories. ’
He spent the rest of his childhood in a New York boarding school… rich boys with nothing to do but to call their parents attention falling.
‘I used to spend my holydays at home with my brother and sister. My father was travelling and then, we have everything we want. It was a funny childhood, Lorraine… and easy: my father didn’t want to see me and I didn’t want to see him then I decided to go to Paris.’
‘I am really glad with your decision, Alex.’ Lorraine said smiling.
**Fake Game, serial novel by Martin Cid http://yareah.com/?cat=293