Master of the Game

Josephine and her father left for the United States two days later. "Send them to Cape Town in the private railway car, David," Kate offered.

"That’s very generous of you, Kate."

The morning Josephine left, David felt as though a piece of his life had been taken away. He could not wait to join her in San Francisco.

The next few weeks were taken up with a search for a management team to back up Brad Rogers. A list of possible candidates was carefully drawn up, and Kate and David and Brad spent hours discussing each one.

"…Taylor is a good technician, but he’s weak on management."

"What about Simmons?"

"He’s good, but he’s not ready yet," Brad decided. "Give him another five years."

"Babcock?"

"Not a bad choice. Let’s discuss him."

"What about Peterson?"

"Not enough of a company man," David said. "He’s too concerned with himself." And even as he said it, he felt a pang of guilt because he was deserting Kate.

They continued on with the list of names. By the end of the month, they had narrowed the choice to four men to work with Brad Rogers. All of them were working abroad, and they were sent for so that they could be interviewed. The first two interviews went well. "I’d be satisfied with either one of them," Kate assured David and Brad.

On the morning the third interview was to take place, David walked into Kate’s office, his face pale. "Is my job still open?"

Kate looked at his expression and stood up in alarm. "What is it, David?"

"I – I – " He sank into a chair. "Something has happened."

Kate was out from behind the desk and by his side in an instant. "Tell me!"

"I just got a letter from Tim O’Neil. He’s sold the business."

"What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said. He accepted an offer of two hundred thousand dollars and a royalty for his patent from the Three Star Meat Packing Company in Chicago." David’s voice was filled with bitterness. "The company would like to hire me to manage it for them. He regrets any inconvenience to me, but he couldn’t turn down that kind of money."

Kate looked at him intently. "And Josephine? What does she say? She must be furious with her father."

"There was a letter from her, too. We’ll marry as soon as I come to San Francisco."

"And you’re not going?"

"Of course I’m not going!" David exploded. "Before, I had something to offer. I could have built it into a great company. But they were in too much of a damned hurry for the money."

"David, you’re not being fair when you say ‘they.’ Just be – "

"O’Neil would never have made that deal without Josephine’s approval."

"I – I don’t know what to say, David."

"There is nothing to say. Except that I almost made the biggest mistake of my life."

Kate walked over to the desk and picked up the list of candidates. Slowly, she began to tear it up.

In the weeks that followed, David plunged himself deeply into his work, trying to forget his bitterness and hurt. He received several letters from Josephine O’Neil, and he threw them all away, unread. But he could not get her out of his mind. Kate, deeply aware of David’s pain, let him know she was there if he needed her.

Six months had passed since David received the letter from Tim O’Neil. During that time, Kate and David continued to work closely together, travel together and be alone together much of the time. Kate tried to please him in every way she could. She dressed for him, planned things he would enjoy and went out of her way to make his life as happy as possible. As far as she could tell, it was having no effect at all. And finally she lost her patience.

She and David were in Rio de Janeiro, checking on a new mineral find. They had had dinner at their hotel and were in Kate’s room going over some figures late at night. Kate had changed to a comfortable kimono and slippers. When they finished, David stretched and said, "Well, that’s it for tonight. I guess I’ll go on to bed."

Kate said quietly, "Isn’t it time you came out of mourning, David?"

He looked at her in surprise. "Mourning?"

"For Josephine O’Neil."

"She’s out of my life."

"Then act like it."

"Just what would you like me to do, Kate?" he asked curtly.

Kate was angry now. Angry at David’s blindness, angry about all the wasted time. "I’ll tell you what I’d like you to do – kiss me."

"What?"

"Bloody hell, David! I’m your boss, damn it!" She moved close to him. "Kiss me." And she pressed her lips against his and put her arms around him. She felt him resist and start to draw back. And then slowly his arms circled her body, and he kissed her.

"Kate…"

She whispered against his lips. "I thought you’d never ask…"

They were married six weeks later. It was the biggest wedding Klipdrift had ever seen or would see again. It was held in the town’s largest church and afterward there was a reception in the town hall and everyone was invited. There were mountains of food and uncounted cases of beer and whiskey and champagne, and musicians played and the festivities lasted until dawn. When the sun came up, Kate and David slipped away.

"I’ll go home and finish packing," Kate said. "Pick me up in an hour."

In the pale dawn light, Kate entered the huge house alone and went upstairs to her bedroom. She walked over to a painting on the wall and pressed against the frame. The painting flew back, revealing a wall safe. She opened it and brought out a contract. It was for the purchase of the Three Star Meat Packing Company of Chicago by Kate McGregor. Next to it was a contract from the Three Star Meat Packing Company purchasing the rights to Tim O’Neil’s freezing process for two hundred thousand dollars. Kate hesitated a moment, then returned the papers to the safe and locked it. David belonged to her now. He had always belonged to her. And to Kruger-Brent, Ltd. Together, they would build it into the biggest, most powerful company in the world.