Chapter 11

OLIVER

Pierce leaned back in his desk chair looking like the pictures of his father when he was thirty years younger. The two men had a relationship similar to my father and me, but Pierce followed in the family footsteps and continued with the whole world domination quest. My parents and I would always be the black sheep of the family, the ones who risked it and travel the world on my boat. Even Jerome grew up searching for power and money.

I never cared much for finding a wife or making money. Life needs to be lived, not purchased. I set out on my own in search of more—to see the things money couldn’t buy—but now I longed to fill the hollowness in my heart. I desperately wanted to fill the void, and I hoped my quest to help the people in Africa and elsewhere could provide it. Even if for the first time in years it wouldn’t be enough.