Just a little note: At this point in Atlantis Vortex my excerpts haven’t passed one third of the book. The plot is established and the book…begins to cook.
Marcus tossed both his beach towel and robe on his messy living room floor. “The only thing a woman is good for is to keep the house straight,” he grumbled.
Marcus wasn’t about to do woman’s work and clean the house, regardless that it was his mess. He failed to recognize Helena left their home spotless with the laundry neatly folded and the pantry full. When she finally decided to come home she could clean the mess up. The only value of his absent wife was as a maid. Trudging to the kitchen he found all the food she’d prepared was gone, summing up the other thing he didn’t do—cook. Glancing at the microwave, he dismissed it as another useless luxury Xerxes had provided, and he didn’t understand. He twisted his face into a scowl and headed toward the bath. Stepping into the shower, his thoughts turned to his meeting earlier with Atlantis’ newest resident.
What an honor to meet the High Lord’s new wife! The famous archaeologist, Jessica Carter-Kallias.
He had to admit she was a beauty. So much the better, Marcus laughed, Xerxes’ wife would destroy him. He snickered. Since Xerxes foiled his original plan and the next one, he was well on his way to implementing the best plan he had conceived. Sometimes a delay could be useful. He snickered, then began to whistle. Stepping out of the shower and drying on a towel that needed laundering he remembered the luxurious hotels of Palm Beach, and sighed. Always fresh towels there.
Marcus worked out his plan, turning the details over in his mind. After Alena and Pericles’ wedding, while their wedding guests departed, he’d enact his scheme and leave with the last guests taking his nephews with him.
“I’ll have about six hours,” Marcus mumbled as he shaved. “Then the guards change and…” Marcus laughed. “Oh what a panic Atlantis will be in when Xerxes realizes the city is exposed and has been for six hours!”
Neither of his nephews could know. He concocted a convincing lie to tell them. They’d never go along with his plan, but he would need their help, later in the upper-world. He went over the rest of his ploy in his mind. Yes, that’s how it’ll go. After that, Atlantis will be exposed to the world. “I’ll take over rule,” he mumbled. “I am senior councilman.”
After a day or two in the sun of the upper-world, he’d access his bank account. By then Anthony could announce to the world that Marcus Trident, an archaeologist associate working in conjunction with Ms. Carter before she disappeared had found the
location of Atlantis using the information gathered from their dig. Anthony would become famous and rich, and Marcus would be the new leader of Atlantis, discrediting that love-struck pup, Xerxes. Marcus laughed, he didn’t consider Alena would be next to rule. A woman wasn’t a leader in his mind. It was all tremendously simple. Alone with his delusions, and convinced people in the upper-world were easy to fool, his mood lighten further. Marcus dressed and went to dinner at a restaurant.
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