Post by blackbolt on Nov 10, 2009 4:28:42 GMT
Life never seemed to slow down for the Black King. He had board meetings, and then Hellfire meetings. He had to balance these two roles and use them in tandem, his power in his family’s company helped ensure that he was effectively hog tied to do anything else. Thanks to cleverly instating a few new secretaries and assistants he’d finally delegated enough of his power to people that could handle the day to day workings of a multi-national company, this allowed for him to take part in a very important part of the club’s doings, Massachusetts Academy. He’d sought to be kept well informed of the more important aspects of the Hellions and their general fitness to be a part of the world that waited for them on their eighteenth birthdays.
It was one thing, however, to read reports on them, or even by them, he’d seen some of their papers on varying topics. Some were impressive, some were definitely not. Regardless of this he had yet to meet a single one. He, the Black King, the man who was more than interested in the next generation of Hellfire and leaders of industry, their parents may be their guardians for now, but he foresaw this generation taking its place in history early, it was already beginning with the various ways they’ve sought their destinies. As his driver begins to slow his obsidian colored custom Rolls Royce, Brian glanced out the window seeing the Academy in it’s almost Ivy League like façade, he couldn’t help but be slightly amused at it. It was quite the spectacle, and a complete fallacy. It hid far greater talent and potential than Harvard ever would.
The ride up the drive way went by quickly and the car quickly rolls to a stop, his driver quickly sliding out and grabbing the door for his employer, Brian for his part took no time at all to slide out of the luxury vehicle and make his way to the door of the Academy, straightening out the white tie of his otherwise entirely black Armani suit. Taking long powerful strides Brian came to the front door, pausing he wondered if he should knock or simply just walk in. Deciding it was decorum, despite his authority in the halls to knock, Brian raised his fist and firmly brought it against the hardwood doors. He had a feeling there were a few within the walls that knew of his visit, but he also knew that the vast majority would not. He was almost positive that none knew him for who he was. Frowning softly he thought that this was going to be a most interesting experience.
Waving off his driver who was seeking to assist him he shook his head and signed for him to go on lunch and that he’d text him when he needed him. Brian didn’t expect trouble, but he told as few people as possible about his own powers. Things like that were
It was one thing, however, to read reports on them, or even by them, he’d seen some of their papers on varying topics. Some were impressive, some were definitely not. Regardless of this he had yet to meet a single one. He, the Black King, the man who was more than interested in the next generation of Hellfire and leaders of industry, their parents may be their guardians for now, but he foresaw this generation taking its place in history early, it was already beginning with the various ways they’ve sought their destinies. As his driver begins to slow his obsidian colored custom Rolls Royce, Brian glanced out the window seeing the Academy in it’s almost Ivy League like façade, he couldn’t help but be slightly amused at it. It was quite the spectacle, and a complete fallacy. It hid far greater talent and potential than Harvard ever would.
The ride up the drive way went by quickly and the car quickly rolls to a stop, his driver quickly sliding out and grabbing the door for his employer, Brian for his part took no time at all to slide out of the luxury vehicle and make his way to the door of the Academy, straightening out the white tie of his otherwise entirely black Armani suit. Taking long powerful strides Brian came to the front door, pausing he wondered if he should knock or simply just walk in. Deciding it was decorum, despite his authority in the halls to knock, Brian raised his fist and firmly brought it against the hardwood doors. He had a feeling there were a few within the walls that knew of his visit, but he also knew that the vast majority would not. He was almost positive that none knew him for who he was. Frowning softly he thought that this was going to be a most interesting experience.
Waving off his driver who was seeking to assist him he shook his head and signed for him to go on lunch and that he’d text him when he needed him. Brian didn’t expect trouble, but he told as few people as possible about his own powers. Things like that were