[Fic} Takeover 1
Title: Takeover
Author: Kiarene
Fandom: GW
Pairings: 1x5
Rating: R
Summary: AU. Corporate raider Heero Yuy has his sights on one Chang Wufei.
First Published: 24th April 2004
Disclaimer: I so totally own them. Bwahaha.
Feedback: Makes me fuzzy and inspired.
Takeover 1
//Mr Maxwell on line two, sir.\\
"Thank you Sally," I say politely and press a button on my intercom. "Hello Duo. What can I do for you?"
Leaning back and swivelling my chair around to gaze out at the city as my boyfriend chatters away on the phone. Large panes of glass cover one entire side of my office, giving a panoramic view of the city below. From the CEO office of one of the largest companies in Sanc, WingCorp, it is a very grand view indeed.
My attention wanders. From the fiftieth floor, I could hardly see the people and the vehicles look like toys. It all looks eerily fake - the rest of the world that is. It all seems so insipid, so distant. So beneath me.
Not yet thirty - another two months - and I am already one of Sanc's richest men. And I did it all on my own.
Not yet thirty and I am already jaded and cynical. I've been called arrogant and cold-blooded too and I don't care. I can't remember the last time I felt excitement or any emotion other than annoyance or anger at the stupidity of people around me. Even another successful coporate takeover only feels expected and routine, instead of generating the fire in my belly it used to when I first started building up WingCorp.
Not yet thirty and I feel like old. No, that isn't it
Author: Kiarene
Fandom: GW
Pairings: 1x5
Rating: R
Summary: AU. Corporate raider Heero Yuy has his sights on one Chang Wufei.
First Published: 24th April 2004
Disclaimer: I so totally own them. Bwahaha.
Feedback: Makes me fuzzy and inspired.
Takeover 1
//Mr Maxwell on line two, sir.\\
"Thank you Sally," I say politely and press a button on my intercom. "Hello Duo. What can I do for you?"
Leaning back and swivelling my chair around to gaze out at the city as my boyfriend chatters away on the phone. Large panes of glass cover one entire side of my office, giving a panoramic view of the city below. From the CEO office of one of the largest companies in Sanc, WingCorp, it is a very grand view indeed.
My attention wanders. From the fiftieth floor, I could hardly see the people and the vehicles look like toys. It all looks eerily fake - the rest of the world that is. It all seems so insipid, so distant. So beneath me.
Not yet thirty - another two months - and I am already one of Sanc's richest men. And I did it all on my own.
Not yet thirty and I am already jaded and cynical. I've been called arrogant and cold-blooded too and I don't care. I can't remember the last time I felt excitement or any emotion other than annoyance or anger at the stupidity of people around me. Even another successful coporate takeover only feels expected and routine, instead of generating the fire in my belly it used to when I first started building up WingCorp.
Not yet thirty and I feel like old. No, that isn't it