Something's Coming

Unfortunately, he could not guarantee his son twenty years of freedom. Ten, maybe, who knows. If his lucky. No guarantees. Not after his conversation with the doctor.

Linden looked at him alertly.

Shit, did Olaf say a little more than he wanted to? This was unlike him. He became sloppy.

He smiled arrogantly in response.

"Did you hear that young Erikson and Ursula are going to get married?"

The information had not yet been made public, but rumors had already begun to spread.

"Do you think she will leave the company?"

"I have brought the company to where it is, anticipating various eventualities and being prepared for them. Ursula is a young talented woman and her ambitions may change."

"Ah yes," Olaf's argument apparently satisfied Linden. "Besides, you would also like to have Gustav closer to you, right? After that kidnapping in Poland..."