The War Room
The room was lacking windows, it was only illuminated by the artificial light hanging above the halo and the computer screens hanging by the wall. The chairs sat around in circle like a perverse version of the knights in the round table.
Donn’s outfit matched the scenery, he was wearing a grey two piece, single breasted with a black tie and black oxfords his assistant had picked up for him. His cuff links were made from silver with the American flag engraved with black and white coloring, lacking the iconic blue and red that the country worshipped religiously.
Right now he was not the most popular person in the country, a series of events and choices had landed him in the spot. Yet, he could hardly feel like he was the worst President that the United States ever had.
However, with corporations he seemed to grow more popular by the second. They all wanted take their slice off the shit cake that Gothic was for some reason, probably out of the goodness of their souls and nothing to do with how amazing the PR and profits could be if they played their hands correctly.
Suddenly everyone wants cares about Gothic after the government took it back.
Even after everything, he was confident in his abilities to succeed and fix Gothic city or maybe it was arrogance, the idea of failure seems like such a foreign concept to him. Especially now that he had gotten this far, no moments of hesitation could occur or they would pick the meat off his bones the moment they had the chance. CEO’s are like sharks that way, they can smell the blood from miles and won’t stop at anything until they’ve had their bite.
Klaus was keeping watch over the meeting, just because he had quit working for the CIA did not mean he had severed ties and destroyed their working relationship. In fact, they still traded correspondence.
Donn unbuttoned his suit and sat down on the chair, he was crunched forward with his hands tight together like rocks. His legs were crossed, in the masculine manners without the legs being overtly cross. He held his chin with his two thumbs and covered up his lips with his fingers, thinking about the individuals that were about to walk through that door.
One of them in particular had caught his attention.