Quentin didn't sleep well. He was up all night writing down ideas that came to his head or telling William. His attempts at sleep were interrupted by his phone ringing. Beck groaned and looked down to check. It was William which instantly turned his mood around as he sat up before answering.
"Hey Willy, any updates?"
"Big updates! I got some emails and messages back and not everyone has responded yet but so far three people have agreed to be apart of this! What should I tell them?"
Beck smiled to himself. People were listening and interested in what he had to say and he was thrilled. "Tell them the location of my place and anything else important that we discussed." Quentin said. "Than, if you want, you can stop by and help me clean and make this place more bearable."
"Sounds like a plan. I'll send the responses out and be there soon." With that the man hung up and Quentin had motivation for once to actually do things. He couldn't shower so he did his best with cologne and other hygienic materials. He brushed out his hair and put it up a bit since it was quite long and he dressed rather nicely. He made his excuse for a bed and tried to tidy up before the time would come.
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William arrived shortly after with his laptop. Quentin was quite embarrassed by his living conditions but the man understood completely and assured him that he didn't mind and it was Stark's fault he was living this way. He even went the extra mile of bringing him some old clothes and canned goods and even if it reminded him of how poor he was he was still grateful that the gesture made him feel something. Riva helped him clean up whether it was sweeping, laundry or other chores.
The facts were the building was an old bar that shut down. Ironically it wasn't with the thoughts of finding alcohol bottles or whiskey.. it was just the best he could do in the city of London. If he had money or a funding he could turn this place into something spectacular but for now he was an engineer in a rundown building. Hopefully that would all change.
"Okay so a lot of people aren't down to move here and fund so we lost some agreements."
"Oof," Quentin replied while sweeping up a pile. "Were there people who did?"
"Yes, a Janice and Victoria agreed to everything so far. I gave them the location and they said they'd be here in a week or so."
"Excellent, anything else?"
"Nothing else so far but we're making good progress."
Indeed they were. He could taste the success. It wouldn't be easy but they got this. Even a small team can do amazing things.
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Biography | Quentin Beck
FanfictionTRIGGER WARNING ATTEMPTED SA, ABUSE, AND TORTURE -~- Quentin Beck had a rough childhood, his dad talked more to his dead mom than him and when he did acknowledge the poor son it was only to bully him, which Beck already dealt with at school. Things...
