Unacceptable Circumstances (ePub)

Chris Martin was ambivalent about his mood today. The downside was the death of his wife who succumbed to cancer of the uterus six months ago. He always considered himself to be a lithe, energetic, inquisitive individual with a rigid adherence to his three by three schedules (three hours workouts three times a week). At the age of forty-five his daughter used to tease him that his five- foot-eight height, thirty-two inch waist, crew-cut sandy-brown hair, unblemished complexion, and grin made him look like a college senior instead of the Executive Director of a major corporation. But the news of his wife's death was like a sledgehammer blow to the small of his back and toppled his world like an oak tree yields to the winds of a category four hurricane. Now he was determined to dispel some of the grief by sailing on a cruise ship from Copenhagen and exploring some northern countries - Denmark, Sweden, Scotland and Northern England. The mood tilted to the upside when he considered that he was the owner and founder of the Escape Hatch Corporation that reported two billion dollars profits in the past year and the accounting department was preparing the prospectus for an initial public offering (IPO) that was expected to generate another one billion in investor funds. These future events made him feel that his prospects were unlimited. His relaxed confidence was reflected in his attire - polo shirt, shorts and sandals that were a drastic departure from his corporate image that he carefully nurtured at the corporate headquarters in Manhattan. Another major element in the upside slant was his sixteen-year-old daughter, Joy, who was her mother's double - medium height, brown eyes, and flaming red hair that cascaded over her shoulders. 'Where are we going now Dad?' 'You asked me that already. I told you that you would enjoy exploring the restaurants and shops in this airport. Where else would you find mirrors, dryers and sinks in every stall of the rest roo