Warren K. Worthington, III (angelwarren) wrote in age_of_miracles, @ 2008-10-12 21:40:00 |
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He couldn't concentrate. Warren's mind was in a million places at once; figuratively speaking of course. It wasn't possible for such an event to occur. For the fourth time in the past hour, the young man pushed himself away from his desk and paced the length of his spacious office before coming to a stop at the span of window that took up an entire wall. He could have had a corner office. Warren didn't want one. He didn't want the constant reminder of seeing a sky he couldn't be flying through at any given moment. Not until mutants were accepted and not in danger by just existing. It would never happen. Not any time soon, at least. Warren lifted a hand and raked it through disheveled hair, the styling products long gone by the numerous times he'd done the frustrated gesture. He had been careful so far. Very careful, in fact. Warren had been lucky thus far. It wouldn't last. It couldn't. Money and power only truly went so far. Loyalty and trust weren't something money could buy. It would be only a matter of time before someone got greedy and went digging for his secrets. Maybe he should think more on what Alex Summers had said in an earlier conversation. |