Michael Morgan [Arthur Pendragon] (notarealprince) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2009-07-16 20:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | christian sheffield, michael morgan |
Who: Michael Morgan and Christian Sheffield
When: Thursday, 16 July 2009
Where: Manhattan, New York
Rating: TBD
The meeting had been long and private. The dismissal of his PA and all the other staff members had tipped Michael off about it being one of those meetings. Where he heard about how the war was going and what was expected of him in the future. There were so many expectations that he didn’t even know where to begin living up to them, he honestly didn’t think he ever would.
His father had started talking about the state of everything, intelligence reports that they’d received, and how all the information they had pointed towards something big coming. Then his father told him that it would be his – Michael’s – job to deal with it. That it was time he used the company, and his wealth, for what it was intended for. To fight the war and to win it, to go up against whatever evil son of a bitch was in charge and to destroy them.
Michael would rather pretend that the war wasn’t going on and continue to have fun. Naturally, his father had other ideas, and was retiring.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
He was silent and troubled when he left his father’s office and walked over to his waiting PA. Truth me told, Christian was probably the only person he could trust right now. Merlin was the only person Arthur wanted to trust with this information, and when Michael and Arthur were in agreement about something that was that.
“We need to talk, we can use my temporary office or go and get coffee,” Michael said, but thought better of doing it in public after the words left his mouth. “No, this needs to be private. My office or my apartment here, pick one.”