Smoke slowly rose into the dark mellow dawn sky. It was as if the tremendous clouds were purposely blocking the sun from showing it's hopeful face. If the sun wasn't present in the skies, all hope would be lost.
The smoke was deriving from a large cigar; the man smoking it was seated on a red cushioned chair on a spacious outdoor balcony. The balcony was on the top floor of a high end apartment. The man was dressed in a white and gold robe.
The man arose from his soft seat and moped towards the edge of the balcony to glance at the uncanny sky. He put his cold hands on the glass rails. The bleak clouds seemed to have matched his pessimistic mood. He looked down at all of the peasants below; it was hard to see them from his high view but he could still make them out. They were probably all heading to their daily jobs, a life of mediocrity was something he was glad he didn't have.
Suddenly, in a fit of rage, the man fiercely threw the cigar over the balcony, totally disregarding the fact that it could have hit a pedestrian.
"Everything okay Mr. Lux?" a maid asked with a soft voice after opening the glass door of the huge balcony.
"Yes, everything's fine, why wouldn't I be okay?" Arthur Lux said while staring at the maid with redshot eyes. "Go get my smartphone, It's time I finally call Watson."
"Yes sir!" The housekeeper said as she quickly dropped the brown broom she was carrying.
Trillionaire CEO, Arthur Lux was the heart of the AquaLux corporation. Watson Prince was the COO, essentially, the second in command. He had been chatting with Watson the previous night about the incoming potential threat, the stress from that terrifying discussion made him run away in fear.
Arthur hated being CEO of the AquaLux corporation, however his immense love for money only urged him to continue working.
The housekeeper suddenly ran back with his gold plated phone, he was taken aback when he saw he had ten missed calls from Watson and five missed calls from his CFO Lilith Rivera. He called Watson; Watson immediately picked up the phone.
"Arthur, where the hell you are! Didn't I tell you we had another meeting last night!?" fussed Watson through the phone.
"I forgot," lied Arthur.
"Forgot!? Are you serious? We don't have time for games when we're in a crisis," said Watson.
"What difference does it make if I'm at the meeting or not!? You said yourself that I'm a horrible CEO so why would it matter! I call you guys when I want to, not when you want to," explained Arthur as he walked back into his luxurious condo.
The air carried a hint of luxury; the opulent marble floors, reflected the soft glow of crystal chandeliers that hung from the lofty ceilings. An artful display of magnificent sculptures adorned the walls, each piece an emblem of refined taste and timeless beauty. An exquisite grand piano was rested near the back of the room.
After a brief silence Watson spoke again. "You're just a spoiled brat Arthur! Our citizens are at risk and you're acting like a hormonal teenager!"
"If you called me to yell just go!" yelled Arthur, his voice echoing off the luminous walls.
Watson took a deep breath before resuming his statement. "Look, I'm sorry if I came off like a jerk, I'm just really worried about this whole thing. I mean Skyra invading Maritopia... seriously. Millions of our employees are depending on you right now."
Arthur sighed as he looked at a picture on the wall of his late father, Adam Lux. He wondered how his father would handle the complicated situation that he was forced to deal with now. Adam was a perfect leader due to his charisma, tenacity, and wisdom - he'd know how to handle the impending chaos. Arthur wished immorality was possible so that he wouldn't have so much stress in his life.
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Energia Tower
FantascienzaGillian Zain's life consisted of studying for finals, video games, and binge watching his favorite television series... That all changed when he was framed for one of the worst crimes a human being could ever commit. Gil believed he was innocent, bu...
