Clash of Titans

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Clash of Titans

by Torn MacAlester

“I see you’ve bought K-Systems,” said Morris Mason to his son Mark as he raised a glass in a
mocking toast.

“I thought this was a casual dinner, not a business meeting.” Mark growled, wiping his scarred chin with a napkin.

“I’m understandably curious. You’ve been even more evasive than usual.”

“We ousted you from your role as CEO. The answers to your questions can be summed up in five words: none of your damn business.”

“No call to get testy. I’m just curious,” said Morris.

“Why? We gave you enough of a severance. Far too much, I think. I don’t think it was because you have any friends on the board. I’m not one of them.”

“Regardless, it is all very appreciated. It should provide for some interesting hobbies.”

“Then find some,” snapped Mark.



“What if my hobby has become helping you?” Morris asked, while picking up a water glass.

“You’re having another delusional moment. I stopped accepting your help long ago. Even though you offered it rarely.”

“It’s just fatherly advice.”

“Considering you nearly got me killed with that advice,” Mark snapped.

“But you survived.”

“Yes. I did. No thanks to you.”

“Don’t tell me you intend upon resorting to that ‘poor scarred Mark Mason’ routine again.” Morris chided. "It's getting very old."

“Let’s get this straight. You have your severance. Make good use of it. You won’t have any further influence on Mason Energy. You’re not CEO anymore”

“That sounds like a challenge.”

“No,” Mark said. “It’s a recommendation. Buy a restaurant and leave the CEO role behind.”

For more with Mark and Morris see "Thunder Moon Tussle" by Torn MacAlester.