Post by Jaymi on Oct 7, 2021 14:29:15 GMT -7
Blood is spilled while holding keys to the throne.
Born again but it's too late to atone.
Hail to the King!
Born again but it's too late to atone.
Hail to the King!
Rubbing at the bridge of his nose didn't relieve the pain of the headache that was forming. Sheets of paper littered the massive solid desk that sat in the center of the office and a pair of lawyers sat opposite the large man. The attorneys hadn't stopped talking for almost an hour, bouncing words about the large man's head as they informed him of one thing after another.
For Wilson Fisk, it was always one thing after another.
Raising his other hand up brought silence to the room. The impeccably garbed counsel were brought to a halt at the sudden motion from their client. They knew who he was, after all. They knew his temper, having witnessed it first hand. They had no intention to fall victim to it.
"You," came the bass voice of the Kingpin, his attention turning to focus fully on the lawyer sat on the left. She was young, only a few years out of law school, but a keen mind, good connections, and a prestigious family had seen her find a job with a notable law firm where she had excelled. Still, she wasn't used to being the one answering their firm's most important client.
"Ah, yes, Mr. Fisk?" came the words from her lips as she struggled to not stutter. Successful as she was, the features of her face showed clear distress and anxiety.
"What was the last thing you said?" There was no menace in his voice, no threat implied by the simple question. Yet even his calm delivery still sent a chill up her spine. Had she messed up and said something to offend him?
"Oh um, th-the last thing?" she managed to fumble out as her fingers worked over the notepad in front of her, trying to regain her train of though. It took her a precious few seconds to remember. It had been innocuous, that she was certain of, so she raised her gaze from the paper to the man and answered. "Just that... the permits? They were approved for all subsidiaries, and the foreman has started to move the machines in to officially break ground."
She tried to keep her annoyance out of her words. Their firm specialized in tax law, and she had been trained to focus on financial problems. Liaising between Fisk, the city, and a bunch of construction companies? It was the type of thing that you got an assistant for, or at least a real estate agent. Their firm had billed itself as full service, however, and when they could charge him the same hourly rate for this as defending him in court, she had been shoved onto the job. It didn't mean she was going to be happy if somehow reporting this news to him endangered her career.
Luckily, it didn't seem like that would be the case. A small smile spread across his lips as Wilson Fisk finally removed his hand from his face and stood up. His hulking mass cast shadows on the two lawyers that sat across from him.
"Next time, don't bury the lede. I would have preferred to hear that fifty minutes ago." Turning to the window, he looked out from his view that covered most of Manhattan. Peaking through the skyline, he could just make out a crater that covered a large part of the eastern side of the island.
His crater, in so many ways.
"Continue."
...Hail to the one...