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could generate such a bold statement. He finally convinced Jean-Louis to take him to the offices of the architects in question, where he was introduced to Zoltan. Felix inspected a half dozen of Zoltan’s designs under the pretext of desiring a home for himself. He met with Zoltan several times after hours. When he returned to Canada, he had Zoltan’s promise to follow as soon as arrangements could be made.
    Zoltan Lugoj entered the New World on the 13th of August 1974. As he worked his magic in Montreal, he labored to learn yet another language: English. Tired of the snow and cold, Zoltan was determined to live somewhere that didn’t require fifteen pounds of clothing in order to survive the winter. With this in mind, he secured a position with a firm in Buffalo, New York and moved once more in 1981. New York was still cold, but a step in the right direction. Zoltan’s English improved rapidly, no doubt aided by his ability to speak Italian and French almost as fluently as his native Romanian. He now viewed each position as merely a stepping stone and combed newspapers and called headhunters in his efforts to move even farther south.
    In the fall of 1990 Zoltan accepted a position in Tampa, Florida with a firm called Southeast Commercial Design. The last thing he did before formally accepting the position was to change his name to something that didn’t stick to the roof of an American mouth.
    Zoltan Lugoj became Joseph Lucas.
     
    Florida was everything Zoltan had dreamed it would be. The weather was constantly warm, the atmosphere was casual, the Gulf of Mexico never ceased to captivate him. The work at Southeast Commercial Design was challenging and satisfying. He plunged into it wholeheartedly. After he was with the firm for two years he bought a small house in the suburb of Dunedin. The house was only minutes from the Gulf and he wished his mother had lived to be able to enjoy the balmy beaches.
     
    Southeast Commercial Design was founded by a civil engineer named Arthur Konig. Konig was born with a congenital heart condition that kept him out of the military during World War II. Like a lot of men who stayed at home during that time, Konig made a great deal of money. After the war he looked around for ways to make even more and traveled to Florida to look over the prospects. Tampa, in particular, seemed as if it was going to take off. There was a real shortage of engineering and architectural firms in the city, so Konig poured everything he had into a small office in Safety Harbor and was able to staff it with an architect, two more civil engineers and a mechanical engineer, all talented men. Konig had no flair for architectural design but he knew a great deal about sales and bidding. He left the technical end of the business to his staff and went out to pound on doors and grease palms. His timing was perfect. Tampa would see no end of building, as would most of Florida, and Konig became well to do in a relatively short time. His son, Winston, was born in 1954, and two daughters, Penny and Rachel, put in an appearance a few years later. Arthur Konig was a happy man.
    Winston graduated from college in 1976 with a degree in Industrial Engineering after washing out in the more technical subjects. The civil, mechanical, electrical and chemical engineering students were universal in their scorn of those who studied Industrial Engineering. They dubbed them Imaginary Engineers and dismissed them out of hand.
    Winston Konig was worthy of the title. He would have been hard pressed to design a doghouse with four vertical walls that would stand up to a stiff breeze. He could not have cared less. He entered the family business at the age of twenty-two, firmly convinced that the old man was too easy on the help and probably squandered millions on trifles such as medical insurance, paid holidays and bonuses. He vowed that when the time came for him to take over the company, he would make certain that such trifles were