PROLOGUE

"You are the universe, expressing itself as a human for a little while"

-'Eckhart Tolle'

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Protruding, filing, rushing, sublime, frenzied that was the only movement in the large hallway. The fingers moving hastily on the poor keyboard were all coming from each cubicle of about an hundred employees. Hungrily they spoke with each other through there eyes, which they mastered having the convention and ordinance before there were all employeed. Syly, foxly, wizadry, accountability, modishly was the only requirement in ever living being allotted in the company.....quite frankly that should be illegal, having all unparalleled masses in one company. All need to be well accurate, and accuracy is number one goal in the bosses dictionary, with all glory and honor encompassing him he need's the best. Judging from 'its' rumors, whatever the paparazzi must have outlined him was 90.5% right. He walked like a king, he motions like a God, he bit with all diligence, he fights with all grace, he smells with all density, he hates with all his love.

Based on the analyses; the man with always a 'touch of red', sees human has the same metaphorical quest. Like the greatest gods in the mythology he stood out amongst the great, rising up to fame wasn't all silver and gold but with the brainiac he possesses he embossed to a KING, a CEO, the BOSS, an ELITE, a GENERAL, an ARCHON, a BRASS, a PRESIDENT. Submerging was easy with his rich parents by his side but settling was 'put out' for him. Gaining fame, gaining money, gaining all the looks, gaining all the power gained him foemen. Having studied his late grandpa and his father, he had a full proof of replication for all his contender. He stricked without mercy, bit without commiseration, pay no heed because he's brittle.

Securities followed him everywhere, why? Because last time which was ten years ago was his last time being obtuse. Having him dead was very easy in the eyes of his competitors but being dead won't be very fun because he doesn't die so easily, unless he was forcefully stroked by the heavenly lightening.

He date without having a single outlook of commitment, spend two nights with him and that's that. Becoming clingy lands you in Sea of sharks..... not 'sharks' but of hungry willingly men wanting a desperate 'hussy'.

Relationship is out of the 'goals', he doesn't do family even at his 30s because there are all distractions and gate way to hell for him. Staying slim from those categories were much more fun than eating a huge bit of pasta.

"General the spy request to have a word with you"sergeant one came through the wafture curtain tent.

With the flink of a finger, the order was been granted and in walked a man with a face cap, a short sleeve polo and a jean matching with a long black jacket.

"General, the placement was has you said and right now they prepare to go against orders"he related all assignments given to him.

Through the paper on his large hand, he poked a single eyes through it and spoke with a deep voice that made the other attendance flinch in fright.

"I don't need to give command, do has you know my convention"he simply ordered and all orders followed accordingly.

Liers, betrayal has been his disgust since childhood and wiping all that plan to go rebel against him shouldn't been wasted in such an hour.

Spending five years in the arm forces was a tough ace but he was stronger and attentive. Running different work was impossible but what can you say,

'A man gotta do what he wanna do', that was his principle and he exceeded in all.