The Fire Triangle, A Zootopia Fanfiction -- Part One

The Fire Triangle, A Zootopia Fanfiction -- Part One: Fuel - 8

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The Fire Triangle-A Zootopia Fanfiction

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Part One:

Fuel

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Chapter 2 - Taking The Bull By The Horns
(Continued...pt. 4)

Seth Whitepaugh heard him even before the elevator reached the Penthouse level.

He couldn't make out everything of course; a wolverine's hearing is not particularly sharp, but every now and then a word would filter through the walls, each of them sharing a common purpose with the others.

"IDIOT!
MORON!
DIMWIT!
IMBECILE!"

My, but his employer was in fine fettle this morning the wolverine reflected to himself. Not that HE was bothered by any of it; if the animal on the carpet right now was who he thought it was, the fool was actually getting off lightly.

Whitepaugh had heard about the Nizhang press-conference downstairs at the reception desk and he'd known immediately that there would be an explosion. Heck, he was smoldering himself. What in name of all Perdition had those City Council drones thought they were doing?

The elevator opened and he stepped out into a circular hallway.

As befitting of the top floor of a Furtune 50 Company, the corridor was laid with extra plush carpeting and paneled in rich, dark wood, buffed to a high polish. The ceiling was arched, and the lights art nouveau; a first time visitor might be forgiven for thinking he had somehow wandered into the vestibule of a 5-Star Hotel.

Around the next bend, the hallway ended at a set of heavy, Blackwood double doors, the right one fitted with a plaque reading simply, 'Jack La Peigne', the name etched in gold, rather than brass.

There was only one nameplate affixed to the entrance, not the usual two or three, set a different levels for different species. If you didn't know whose office this was by the time you reached this floor, you didn't belong here anyway.

And besides, if all of Jack La Peigne's official titles had been listed on the door to his office, they would have started at the top and gone all the way down to knee-high-for-a-hedgehog. He was CEO of the Aker Group, which included Aker Security Solutions and Aker Correctional Corporation, and also Chief Operational officer and majority stockholder in LPN Pharma, one of the ten biggest drug companies on the planet, (and also one that for all practical purposes, he controlled with an iron fist.)

And those were only the crown jewels in his collection. There was also Waters and Downe Private Equity, the Warren Hutch Group, (hedge funds) and Multiplicity a software development firm; the list went on and on.

So it was that there only a single nameplate on the door...although at the moment it did have a pair of unofficial adornments; crouching around the edge of the frame were a bighorn ram and a female opossum, hunkering as close to the floor as they could get. The tableau reminded Seth Whitepaugh of soldiers taking cover during an artillery barrage, which was actually a pretty fair analogy; at that moment a word came thundering through the partition like an armor-piercing rocket.