Black Apple

by Leonard Treman

     “I understand Mr. Booths,” Malcolm bantered into his phone.  He was half nervous as his heart pounded.  He would be the one to kill Mr. Work.  Everything was in order.  The day of reckoning had finally come.  

Mr. Stave Work was a long time business partner of Mr. Will Booths.  When they were in their twenties the two of them decided to make an advanced calculator business called Pear Calculators.  Needless to say with two strong minds like these calculating their odds of success was an easy task.  They easily became the kingpins of the advanced calculator world.  Mathematicians everywhere would recognize their product as the best in the country.

The country, they’re just two simple words that make the difference between life and death.  Mr. Booths wanted to expand to the international markets right away.  Mr. Work wanted to wait a little longer and plan out the expansion.  This led to quite the argument.

Malcolm looked at the former pair mansion at which he sat behind.  It was right at the patio that he gazed at that the whole separation ordeal took place.  It was quick, professional and efficient.  They split the company down the middle and were free to do with them as they pleased.  They also agreed on new names.

Mr. Booth renamed his calculator company, Thought Soft Calculators, for their ease of use.  Mr. Work named his company, Black Apple, after his favorite breed of apple that was both wide in availability and delicious as he’d hoped his company to be.

The two think engines of Pear Calculators decided to go into two different tracks.  One think engine on the track of patience and the other think engine on the track of rapid growth and economic blitzkrieg.  It was only a matter of time before the two great trains collided.

Malcolm aimed his high caliber sniper out of the back of his van.  It was silenced, he would fire one quick shot and the gas inside the modified sniper rifle would disperse into the house of the corporate giant.  A lethal dose of CO2 would flood the house and be gone leaving investigators baffling as to what caused Mr. Work’s untimely demise.