Samuel had jetted in from London the previous afternoon booked into the Millennium arms hotel taken a quick shower and had gone to sleep. He was feeling a bit jet lagged and as a result he did not sleep well he woke at three in the morning and ordered up some sandwiches and coffee from the kitchen. While he waited he took another shower and dressed at 4AM he walked down stairs and bought a copy of the New York times :zz:nothing much happening in the stock market. At five thirty AM he tossed aside the paper and left the hotel and walked across the street to the World trade center.

The meeting began just after six AM the investment bankers Brodhearst and Bulkier were located on the 109th floor of the tower they had been very accommodating in allowing for the meeting to get started so early in the day. But money talked and the proposal that Samuel had for them was a good one the plan was to buy up a number of sites worldwide and build a hotel on each of these sites. Which would be the pride of the Ferrera hotel group and the envy of many others.

The meeting was basically the first step to putting this plan into operation Samuel had several million dollars, which he wished to spend on the project. However he did not have enough for the first years running costs and this was the reason he had come to New York to see the bankers. Who had a reputation, which even reached into the third world and was known for helping the businessman who was wishing to expand his empire. There criteria was strict and each person who approached the bank had to be recommended by some one who had previously or was currently a client. Samuel had been lucky enough to be referred by a good friend in London. Now he found himself in the presents of these bankers who fired questions at him on every issue that he addressed "would the local sultan of some backwater country want bribes for the building of the hotel? "Would there be problems with the sale of Alcohol in a certain Muslim state where the use of Alcohol was band?" To all these questions he gave the answers.

By seven thirty he was already feeling tired the results of jet lag began telling on him. He was working hard to convince these bankers that his project was sound and worth of investment. He had spent years working towards this goal and no investment banker was going to stop him now after all he had already lived through this should be a push over. Yet he found himself working hard to answer their questions to set their minds at rest over various things, which they were unclear about. He was looking for ward to the weekend, which was still a few days, away for he had been invited to the country estate of one of the partners in the firm. Which he had heard was out at the Hamptons but first there was the small matter of convincing the partners of the soundness of the deal from which they would reap a very good return. They broke for a breakfast, which had been laid on just after eight thirty in the morning Samuel, perused the breakfast table there were English Scones and muffins some cereals a tray of various cold meats. The company having taken into account that Samuel was from a different continent they had made every effort to accommodate for his tastes. There was even a bay marine which bubbled away merrily with bacon Eggs sausage mushrooms and fried onions and tomatoes. Samuel helped himself to a plate of cold meats and some fresh bread. The conversation round the breakfast table was not what one would usually expect of investment bankers here instead of money the men talked about there families what Mr Brodhearst’s young grand son had said about him to a friend "been the riches man in America besides the president." There was general laughter once the story had been told Samuel crossed to one of the windows and looked out at the city bellow. A haze was already building up it was going to be a hot day in New York. As he looked down to the street bellow he watched the people who seemed so small almost lie ants scurrying about hurriedly on their way to work. Ah New York so much had changed since he had last been here back when he last passed through the city skyscrapers had not even been though of now they dominated the sky line. He crossed back to the breakfast table making small talk with one of the sectaries who was busy dishing up some hot food from the bay marine. "Good legs" he thought maybe later I can ask her out for drinks he thought. Returning to the window Samuel noticed that in the distance a plane.
Samuel sipped some of his coffee and was joined by one of the bankers "So Sam you think you are on to a good thing with your project the man asked in a friendly fashion? "Sure I think I have a real winner here and we will all make lots of money out of this deal" the two men laughed Samuel turned his attention once more to the sky the plane seemed closer. Now that was some thing you did not see every day jet planes so close to the business districts of large cities. Surely there were rules about that sort of thing he thought? The conversation with the banker turned to the upcoming week ends events at the Hamptons "Remember to ask Bill about his roses and do go fishing with him he has a new boat and it is his pride and joy" said the man next to him.

Samuel was puzzled he was watching the plane surely it was way off course he thought to himself turning to his new found friend he said 'Sorry I did not catch that? "Oh I was just saying that it looks like it is going to be a hot day thank God for air conditioning." 'Sure" said Samuel "Tell me is it usual for jet planes to be so close to the towers said Samuel? "Not usually geezzzzz that plane is to close" said the man. They watched as the plane turned gracefully and now it was now on course towards the tower. The men watched as the plane drew closer unable to tear their eyes from the approaching plane "Shit they are going to cut it very fine" said the man. They watched for a few seconds as it became apparent that the plane was heading straight towards the towers the man next to Samuel ran from the window "duck" he shouted. Samuel looked at the plane, which was fast approaching in the cockpit he saw to faces one of a darker complexion and one slightly lighter the face of the light skinned man looked familiar. In the thousandth of a second it took Samuel to recognize the man as William Longmont. His face set in a maniacal grin mouthing the words "There is no God but Allah." There was a moment of recognition form the man on the plane then the building was enveloped in flames Samuel felt the blast and knew no more