The all-powerful tycoon Steinhammer had taken his idealistic son
Niles up to the roof of the skyscraper housing his corporate offices and, of
course, named after himself. As always, his bodyguards Bruce and Brian were
nearby. He trusted nobody, not even his own son.
Now he considered his son Niles, who stood before him. After a
year on the streets, thanks to Steinhammer, Niles had evidently survived, but
just barely. Steinhammer himself was a big man, heavily built with just the
beginning of a bulge at his waist. He wore a suit that cost as much as the
average person makes in a year. He was tanned and fit. Niles was as tall as he
was but skeleton-thin and looked like a scarecrow in his ragged clothes.
It was a year since theyd had their tremendous argument
and falling-out. Niles had graduated business school with honors. There was no
question that he had brains, thought Steinhammer. In that respect, hed
taken after his father Steinhammer had a job ready for him in his corporation.
It was entry-level; he wanted Niles to start at the bottom, as he had, and to
work his way to the top, as hed done, step by ruthless step.
But Niles didnt want to follow that path. Hed
obtained a job with one of those do-gooder organizations, bringing aid to some
worthless natives in some God-forsaken jungle. Theyd quarreled, bitterly.
Steinhammer wasnt used to being defied, certainly not by anyone in his
family. His wife, an heiress married for her money and connections, had served
her purpose, presenting him with an heir before going off to a life of
shopping, cocktail parties and flings with idle young men. He hadnt
minded the flings, although once or twice hed had her paramour ruined
when he thought the affair had gone too far.
He hadnt ruined his son but had come close to it. First,
hed used his influence to quash Niles job with the do-gooders. Then
hed seen to it that his son couldnt get a job anywhere. Niles had
dropped out of sight for a while before Steinhammers men had found him,
in a California city known for its ill-placed sympathy for the deranged and
homeless. Niles by that time was living on the streets, subsisting on handouts
and meals from soup kitchens. At the end of the year Steinhammer had allotted
for the teaching of the lesson his men had brought Niles back to New York, and
turned him over to Bruce and Brian for 48 hours. Theyd beaten him, not
too badly, then cleaned him up, taken him to a barber and given him a few good
meals, not too many as Steinhammer wanted to keep his son in a weakened
condition. Now here he was.
Well! demanded the tycoon.
His son didnt reply. Niles eyes still had a glazed look.
He looked like a man whod lived on the edge and had been battered by
lifes storms, just as Steinhammer had intended.
Well! he repeated.
What do you want me to say? Niles finally responded.
How did you like being in the real world?
It was pretty rough.
Have you come to your senses?
What do you mean?
I mean, are you ready to join the corporation?
On whose terms?
Mine, of course. Theres only one thing in life,
power, and thats what my business is for.
That cant be all that life is about.
Damnit! Steinhammer pounded a fist on the wall
surrounding the roof. Havent you learned yet? He gestured at Bruce
and Brian. One of you bring me a drink, and make it fast.
Bruce promptly scurried away. Brian remained at his post, his
Im offering you a chance to rule the world,
said Steinhammer. To have power, power and money. And to have everything
they bring. Women, luxury, other men groveling at your feet.
Why cant the corporation be a force form good? To
Because people dont deserve help. Come over
here. Steinhammer beckoned Niles to come over to the edge of the roof.
You know Im afraid of heights.
Then just come close enough to look. See all those people
down there. They look like ants, dont they? Well, thats all they
are. Insects. And its up to men like ourselves to rule over them, tell
those poor fools what to do.
Bruce returned with the drink, handed it to Steinhammer, then
returned to his post. The tycoon drank, then spat. This is terrible. Too
weak, you idiot. No, dont bother getting another one. Were almost
done here.. He turned to his son. So, whats it to be? Join
the corporation or return to the streets?
I dont care to go back to the streets.
Aha! So youve learned your lesson.
I think I have. Niles gestured to the bodyguards.
Bruce and Brian rushed forward. Steinhammer was a big man, but they lifted him
up as if he was a baby and tossed him over the wall. Thats good,
said Niles.. You know the story; he climbed onto the wall and lost his
Right, said Bruce. The bastard. He paid well,
but treated us like dogs.
Therell be some changes to the corporation,
wont they? said Brian.
Niles considered. Hed planned on making many changes, but
hed been surprised by the surge of power hed felt when the
bodyguards, as instructed, had carried out his order. Well
see, he said. Well see.