Post by KANE on Dec 23, 2012 22:33:30 GMT -5
[[flashback 12 years ago // age 22]]
Steven had managed to escape the clutches of social expectations for the first time that night. The young man sat down with a huff and leaned his left shoulder against the back of his chair automatically. He glanced at the grand clock positioned at the south entrance of the hall he an nearly one hundred other people were milling about in. Only seven-thirty... He managed to restrain the complaint he felt in his mind to nothing more than a visible grimace on his face. He needed to act the way he was expected to. He needed to paint Devon Corp. in a better light than how his father already had. His steel-blue eyes glanced a short ways off when he heard the laugh of the man he’d just thought of.
...the head of research at Mossdeep? Steven wondered, staring at the man his father was conversing with. The other three suits in that circle remained unknown and unguessed to the yougn heir, seeing as he didn’t get decent enough views of their faces to identify them. He shook his head and leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees. Nobody would judge him for sitting alone like this for about...ten minutes. Then he would have to get back to the festives. All the way here in Kanto, it wasn’t like he would exactly know where to go to get away. And it was Viridian City, he wouldn’t be able to easily get away from this event – he’d risk being pounced upon by the press.
Even though he had nothing to his name other than being Tsuwabuki’s heir, young Steven was almost as popular as the Devon Corp. president at events like this.
I just wish this would end... He spun the silver rings on his index and ring fingers on both hands around boredly. His father told Steven up front he wouldn’t need to go, but Steven had come to shed the company in a better light.
There was little he would refuse if he knew it would better the public image of Devon, even if it meant his boredom.
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Success is to be m e a s u r e d not so much by the p o s i t i o n that one has reached in life as by the o b s t a c l e s which he has o v e r c o m e. credits to lurker of gs
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