Bromwick Hotel, the next morning, 5:54 a.m.
Ezekiel opened the door to Chen’s master suite. It was the largest in the Bromwick, and it took most of the top floor. He put the tray on a battered antique desk.
“Do you want to dine at your usual spot at the desk, or would you prefer to enjoy your breakfast in bed this morning?” Ezekiel asked.
“I’d prefer the bed this morning, if you don’t mind.”
Ezekiel set up the breakfast tray so Chen could have everything in easy reach.
“Is there anything else, master?”
“Sit—I would appreciate the company this morning.”
Ezekiel took the chair from the desk and positioned it so he could be of service in case his master required it. Chen opened the lid to his breakfast. The steam escaped from his two poached eggs and dry toast.
“I’m not sure if you know the history of this place, but the Bromwick Hotel is one of the oldest in the region. Its roots go back to the days of George Washington,” Chen said.
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“Many ghosts reside in this hotel.”
“Indeed, that’s one reason why I have invited all the members of the Cabal to discuss our problem. This place has power and serves as a reminder for those who wish to betray us, unless they want to become ghosts themselves.”
Ezekiel nodded.
“The roots of our organization go back to the same year America was founded,” Chen said. “Two months and three days, if I remember correctly. Do you remember which city the Cabal was formed?”
“Ingolstadt?” Ezekiel asked.
“That’s correct. Our group is called the Cabal, but do you know its original name?”
Ezekiel thought for a long moment.
“Quintessence Society?” he replied.
“Excellent, you know your history well. The Quintessence Society started with five principal members. It is fitting there are only five members who remain,” Chen said as he chased a runny egg with a piece of dry toast.
“Societal norms have changed since the forming of our group. People are different,” Ezekiel said.
Chen thought about this for a long moment.
“Yes, people are different, but not in a good way. We need a reset—it’s time to revisit the work Jeremiah started. Perhaps people will treat each other with respect again after losing everything they perceive to be important.”
Ezekiel didn’t respond at first; he seemed conflicted. Then he asked, “How confident are you with Jeremiah’s plan? A pair of teenaged hackers defeated him.”
“Many of Jeremiah’s decisions were flawed because he let his emotions get in the way. So I have hired some of the world’s best computer programmers and hackers. Jeremiah’s plan is ready. We just need a scapegoat,” Mr. Chen said.
“Something tells me you’ve already accounted for this contingency.”
“I have indeed,” Mr. Chen said, smiling.