“Cooper Mitchell? Cooper Mitchell as alluded to in the phrase, ‘if the city generals were present’?” Louis hurriedly asked.
Cooper nodded. “Yes, that’s correct.” He didn’t dare reveal himself as the arms leader, Fass, so he merely introduced himself with his real name.
Louis then cordially shook hands with him. “What an impressive name! It’s truly remarkable!” I approve of this grandson-in-law! His name marks him as one with sophistication and character. Besides, he looks like a gentleman at a single glance, so he’s worthy of my granddaughter! But… if my memory serves me, Michael had just asked me for a writing of that stanza the other day. Perhaps this Cooper Mitchell is an acquaintance of his! I’ve got to inquire about him from Michael someday and ascertain his background. If his family background is fine, then Anne can just marry him!
Meanwhile, Anne’s face had been stained pink the entire time with the exact kind of shyness one would exhibit when bringing one’s boyfriend home to meet one’s family. Upon seeing that Louis seemed very much satisfied with Cooper, she swiftly advocated him, saying, “Mr. Mitchell has been a fan of your writing for many years. His writing is also very impressive!”
Joy welled up within Cooper. It’s a great honor to learn from a great artist like Louis Osborne! Who said that an arms leader can’t pose as an arts aficionado? Picking up the pen, he wrote two lines, the two phrases from which his name originated.
When he was done writing, shock inundated Louis the moment he looked at the writing. A person’s writing reflects the person himself, for one’s writing mirrors his inner character. He’d been looking at people’s writings his entire life, so he knew that this person before him was someone remarkable when he saw his writing. It’s neat and tidy, the writing penetrating to the back of the paper itself. There’s spirit and mettle. It’s impressive writing, proving him to be an impressive man!
Since Cooper wrote the second stanza of ‘Beyond the Border,’ he picked up the pen and wrote the first stanza: ‘The same moon shone on the same fortress, yet hardly anyone made a return from the distant border.’ The moment he was done, he stamped it with his seal and gave it to Cooper when the ink had dried. “Here, here, this is a meeting gift for you.”
Cooper accepted the writing in delight. It’ll be a poem when I combine it with the one I got from Michael! “Thank you, Mr. Osborne.”
Subsequently, Louis inquired about Cooper’s family background on behalf of his shy granddaughter. “Young man, you must be a giant among men considering your remarkable looks. You’re definitely someone, so would you mind leaving me your contact for future communication?”
Cooper then asked his assistant for a business card before handing it to him with both hands. As he did so, he expounded, “I’m Cooper Mitchell from the Mitchell Family in Bayside City. My father is Woody Mitchell.”
At the mention of Woody Mitchell, a light bulb went off in Louis’ head. So, it’s him… Woody Mitchell! Sure enough, he’s from an influential family. I strongly agree with this marriage!
Secreting away Cooper’s writing and business card, Anne daydreamed about it the entire night. Even during the family dinner, she was still smiling for no reason. When Xena noticed this, she teased her, asking, “Why are you so happy today, Anne? Did you take a fancy to someone? Go on ahead and tell me!”
Her face flushing with embarrassment, Anne refused to talk, but Louis spilled the beans in the next instance. “I saw my grandson-in-law today. He’s from the Mitchell Family, an influential family. He seems pretty talented, a giant among men! Here, here, I’ve got his photo here! I’ll pass it around!” A photographer took pictures for him today, and he happened to snap one of Cooper. At this time, he took out the photo and passed it around the table.
“His writing was exceptional, too! Anne, take it out quickly and show it to the others!” Anne shyly took out Cooper’s writing which she’d already had someone secure within a scroll for safekeeping.
Anna was the only one who kept mum. Slowly unfurling the scroll that had been passed around, she was greeted by powerful writing that penetrated the back of the paper. As she brushed her fingers across the writing, she could sense the great character within. Staring at the words, she inexplicably found it exceedingly familiar, but she just couldn’t remember where she’d seen them. Perhaps it’s because it’s an ancient poem… that I might have just seen it in my past life.
Meanwhile, at Villa No. 8 in The Imperial… Achoo! Just after Cooper had scooped some rice for himself, he sneezed loudly, feeling as though someone was speaking of him behind his back.
All at once, Sophia reminded him in utmost concern, “The weather is changing recently, so be careful that you don’t catch a cold, Dad. Speaking of that, I don’t think you should go home today. Just stay here at my place for a few days. I’ll have the kitchens prepare some nourishing soup for you.”
Cooper nodded. He’d been planning to stay for a few days anyway. In the past, he’d felt that distance wasn’t a problem with the advent of modern technology since meetings and business negotiations could be done through video via projection technology, but ever since he’d found his daughter, he realized that nothing could beat talking to her in person no matter how realistic the projection might be.
Thus, he was now coming over to Sophia’s place every so often when he used to be a homebody. It was quite a distance from Riverdale, so it was quite congested were he to drive here. Nevertheless, he was determined to come even if he had to cram into the subway. At times, when he couldn’t get onto the subway during peak hours, he’d avoid the packed subway and come over by riding a public bicycle!
It was difficult for Michael to imagine his good- and young-looking father-in-law being sandwiched on the subway. Perhaps there were even perverse old women who seized the opportunity to grope him! “It must be a tiring commute for you, my dear father-in-law. Why don’t you just move in?” he immediately griped moodily.
It was just meant as a dour retort, but Cooper unexpectedly took it seriously. “Sure.” Immediately after, he turned his head slightly and made a call to his housekeeping robot in Riverdale through his Bluetooth headset. “Siri, I’ll be living at The Imperial henceforth. Make preparations to move houses at once. Pack up everything in the workroom, study, gym, bedroom, and bathroom. Then, ship them over as soon as possible.”
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