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Brandon pulled into the parking lot at Tracy Industries. After the excitement of the weekend, he was more than ready to begin the morning's tests. He was walking to the main building, acknowledging his friends, when a voice coming from behind him made him turn.

"McCain, will you slow down, please?" Dana Cruz hurried to catch up with Brandon.

"What do you want, Dana? I'm kind of in a hurry." Brandon started walking again and Dana was hard pressed to keep up.

"Mr. Belmont sent me to find you. He wants to see you in his office before you got busy."

Brandon frowned slightly. "Did he tell you why?"

Dana shook his head. "Sorry Brandon, he didn't."

"Thanks for telling me. I'll head there now."

Eugene Belmont sat at his desk, looking over the day's schedule and thinking about a phone call he had received earlier. The caller had mentioned Brandon and his hard work and dedication to his job. He listened a little more, then Belmont smiled. "Thank you. I'll inform Mr. McCain immediately." He hung up, calling Dana to him and sending him after Brandon.

Brandon walked towards Belmont's office, his steps echoing in the now empty hallway, wondering what his supervisor wanted with him.

Well, I guess I'm going to find out. Brandon thought as he approached Belmont's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Brandon entered the office. "You wanted to see me, sir?"

"Yes, I did. Please, sit down." Brandon sat down and Mr. Belmont began his explanation. "It seems someone has been admiring your drive and dedication." Brandon gave him an inquisitive look, prompting him to continue.

"I received a phone call earlier this morning. It seems that Mr. Tracy has gotten word of your hard work and has decided that you're ready for a bigger challenge."

Brandon's eyes grew wide in surprise. "You're kidding! Jeff Tracy, the head honcho of the company, wants to promote me?"

"Yes, he does. You're to meet his representative Thursday morning." Mr. Belmont pushed a piece of paper across his desk. "Here's the location and the time."

Brandon looked at the paper, stunned. Then he turned his eyes to his boss. "Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome, McCain. And good luck."

**********************

Brandon paced in front of hangar ten. The note had said for him to be there at 8 am sharp. Here it was, almost eight-thirty and there was no sign of the representative. He looked at his watch in disgust and was about to leave when he heard a voice call out to him.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. McCain. I was delayed by a storm that blew in off the coast." Brandon watched as a man with dark brown hair and blue eyes strode over to him.

"I'd just about given up on you Mister..." Brandon replied, giving the newcomer a once over.

"Tracy. Scott Tracy." Scott held out a hand and Brandon shook it firmly.

"Well, Mr. Tracy, what can I do for you?"

Scott smiled. "More to the point, what can I do for you? My father has taken a hard look at your record and feels that a promotion is in order."

"What kind of promotion?"

"The type of promotion that would make good use of your talents."

Brandon stood silently, thinking about what Scott had told him. I find it hard to believe that Mr. Tracy singled me out for a promotion. There are others more qualified than I am. I wonder what the catch is. "Why would your father be interested in me? There are others that have been here longer than I have."

"True, but none have the qualifications we're looking for. You do."

Brandon looked at Scott keenly, and then came to a decision.

"It all sounds great, but, if it's possible, I'd like to talk to Mr. Tracy about this promotion. I'd need to know what my duties would be if I took the job." Brandon paused a moment, then spoke again. "So, when can we go talk to the boss?"

Scott grinned at him, a white smile with a touch of mischievousness about it. "No time like the present."

"Now?"

"Yeah. Now."

Within the hour they were airborne. Brandon leaned back in his seat, thinking of what was to come. He looked out the window and realized they were over open water, with no land in sight.

"Hey, where are we going? This isn't the route to Kansas."

Scott glanced over at him, raising an eyebrow and with a bit of a smile on his lips. "You're right. It's not." He turned back to piloting. "Despite what you may have heard, the Tracy family doesn't live in Kansas."

"If we aren't going to Kansas, may I ask where we ARE going?"

"To our home. On an island in the South Pacific," Scott replied.

Brandon stared at the back of Scott's head. "All I can say is you guys sure do like your privacy."

"You don't know how much," Scott muttered under his breath, too soft for Brandon to hear.

Brandon leaned back, listening to the hum of the plane's engine and thinking.

On one hand, this could be a major boost to my career. Then again, I have no idea what I'm getting into. I just hope I don't regret it.

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