Prologue

Angel O’Shea---I was named after one of my ancestors, Angelina O’Shea, but I like to be called Angel. You should know that I am the latest in a long line of Shamans in the O’Shea family. At the present time there are three others, two women and one man, who all have the “gift”, but make no mistake, I am the most powerful of all the Shamans!

Since I was a child, I have visited the graves of the ones who came before me. I listened and learned from their voices. I have sat at the silt pond and heard the cries of the damned as they pay for their crimes against my family. I grew more powerful each day. I was taught ancient ‘gifts’ that have long since been forgotten. Besides English I speak the language of the Apache and Spanish.

I was very smart in school, earning top honors wherever I went. I was sent to an Ivory league university where I majored in both Economics and Finance. I stayed two extra years for a master’s degree in finance. I was being prepared to take over managing the family trust. When I returned home and started working with my mother, Dove, the trust was valued at a billion dollars. I have almost doubled it in the last few years!

There was only one problem.

Ever since I was a kid, I watched the men of my family play “cowboy”. We own ranches and we raise cattle. Everyone thinks we are “cowboy” millionaires. Nothing could be further from the truth. Ranching is a breakeven business at best. Most years ranches lose money. That is not my style.

My family had become rich when my grandmother discovered her fiancé had won a 10 million-dollar wrongful death lawsuit. After they were married, she set up a trust and invested that money in gold, bearer bonds and most importantly, the emerging tech industry.

My mother, a Shaman herself, assumed control and invested in orange groves in Florida, which would later be developed into retirement properties. She also invested in ‘Rest and Rehab Centers’ (nursing homes) for the aging ‘baby boomer’ generation.

When I took over, I sold the nursing homes to a national company. At about the same time my cousin Dennis married Linda, who was the sole heir to “Patterson Enterprises”. Another billion-dollar company. I took control of their assets and merged them with the O’Shea Trust. Dennis and Linda became the philanthropic side of the family. They help abused children and people suffering from the same mental problem she has, Dissociative Identity Disorder or DID.

In truth, one of Patterson’s holdings solved my problem with the cowboys.

Among the assets of Patterson was a small meat packing company. As I went over its books, I noticed that it always made money. How? It sold meat directly to consumers over the internet! I changed the name from “Patterson Prime Meats” to “O’Shea Beef”. The byline is “100% Angus Beef-Melt in your mouth Tender.”

Within a year our cattle operations were in the black! We do not sell live cattle, we sell meat directly to the consumer!

One day a lady in South America contacted me with an idea about starting this same type of operation in her country. She had caught me at a good time. I was cash heavy from the sale of the nursing homes and was looking for a place to invest it. A ranch in South America would be perfect! With the help of our family genius, Willard O’Shea, and a little Shaman magic, he convinced everyone how it could be accomplished.

It worked out exactly as I wanted!

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