Five years ago Richard Vancort was 26 when his widowed father died of a stroke. His father was a very wealthy research scientist and left Richard an estate of 800 million dollars. He had willed it all to Richard with a verbal request that he distribute money to close relatives.

Richard’s college major was business. He opened the Vancort Investments office above the Secure bank in Beverly Hills. His first day his secretary announced, “There is a Mr. Konrad Bihler here to see you.”

Richard stood to greet his father’s closest friend. He’d missed the funeral when not located. Konrad came in and they hugged. Konrad looks like the scientist he is. He is medium tall, in his late sixties; his dark hair and Vandyke bears are gray and he wears glasses.

Richard laments, “I couldn’t find you.”

Dr. Bihler isn’t surprised, as his location is kept highly secret. He said, “Rick, Your father and I are developing an automobile that will run on transmitted energy. Not by petroleum. I hope you’ll continue partial funding.”

“He kept it secret from me.”

“Yes. He didn’t wish you in danger. When developed it will infuriate oil companies. Tesla evidently accomplished it many years ago. J.P. Morgan was heavily invested in oil and may have stopped it. In eighteen ninety-one; it was called the Tesla effect. The movement of electric energy through space without wires. Tesla thought it too dangerous to develop. Like he did in New York while conducting mechanical resonance experiments. His electro-mechanical oscillators generated a resonance that shook surround buildings, but not his own. With increasing speed the resonant frequency began shaking his building. He took a sledgehammer an destroyed it before it shook the buildings down. Rick, we’ve constructed a laboratory we call No-where. It is eighty miles from a paved highway. We have a trailer village for several people. It is on isolated acreage owned by your father in New Mexico.”

Rick Vancort quickly decided, “I want to see it.”

They flew to Albuquerque and rented a car. Driving on the dirt road Dr. Bihler said, “When Mikola Tesla left Colorado Springs in January nineteen hundred his lab was torn down. Its contents were sold to pay debts. One sealed box contained the plans and the circuitry for the transmitter and the receiver to power the motor. The grandson of the man who bought one box sold it to us at a collector’s memorabilia auction.”

Richard Vancort is excited by No-where. He sees 15 large trailers and three buildings all using solar power. Dedicated workers shake his hand. Rick agreed to fund the project. “I’m involved right now, but I’ll send my partner, Donald McMann, to be our liaison. Don’t be shocked. We are cousins and identical in size and looks except I’m blond and his hair is dark.”

“Your father mentioned him. But I never met him.”

As five years pass Richard Vancort outwits competitors in business and doubles his fortune. The project continues development in New Mexico. Richard Vancort buys a jet and learns to fly it. Drug runners try to highjack his plane and he goes after their source of supply in Florida; with the help of two employees that are close personal friends. Bill Bowman and Gary Masters are also wealthy. Their hobby is the exciting game of ripping off criminal gangs.

Richard Vancort uses the nickname, Rick. He is now 31 and his libido reminds him that he needs a wife to start a family; he hasn’t dated a girl in four months. He is leaving the lobby of his office building when he sees a girl heading to board an elevator. Her back is turned to him but the blond has a curvaceous figure that he’d describe erotic; other men are admiring her. He figures a girl with such an outstanding figure must have a plain face if not ugly. The girl turns. She’s beautiful! Rick Vancort runs to share the elevator.

As Nicole Thomas gets on the elevator she is thrilled to see Richard Vancort hurry to get in with her. They are the only two going up. She pushes the button for the fourth floor where she works for the bank.

The good looking Mr. Richard Vancort requests, “Please hit the eighth floor button for me.”

Nicole does and though she is facing straight ahead she knows he is appraising her; most men do. She wishes she’d dressed sexier today. The elevator stops at the fourth floor and she has to get out. For some crazy reason as she steps out she looks back and says, “Have a nice night.”

He smiles as the doors close and replies, “Thank you.”

Nicole knows the lower floors of the eight story building in Beverly Hills are the headquarters of Secure; a national bank. Two top floors are occupied by Vancort Investments, a worldwide financial company owned by Richard Vancort. What he does is highly secret. Richard Vancort’s spiral to great wealth from wise investments is envied. Her intuition does not warn her he will involve her in a dangerous project to save the world’s economy.

Nicole Thomas enters the fourth floor office of the Beverly Hills bank. Everyone calls her Nicki and she walks to her partitioned-off cubical; one of many on the floor. Before she sits down she looks over the top of the four-foot barrier to see Lois. Nicki and Lois Anders are credit card billing clerks and share an apartment.

Nicki gushes, “I just rode up the elevator with Richard Vancort. He asked me to push his button.”

“Did you turn him on?”

“I wish. He turned me on. First time I’ve seen him up close. He’s tall, has a great build and is very good looking.”

“You didn’t mention very rich.”

“With him I’d live in poverty.”

“So would ten million other girls. The paparazzi has caught him only dating wealthy women.”

“I know. That’s why we gotta move to a first class pad.”