Victor Stone: sighs heavily "Divorce? Why now?"
With a loud noise, Victor Stone, the most powerful man in the country, was sitting on the ground. He was injured, but still breathing.
Victor Stone: winces in pain, clenching his fists I'm...not going down without a fight. What do you want, huh?
Suddenly, a group of people from the court appear around him. “We are here for you, Mr. President.”
grits his teeth, struggling to stand You better believe I'm not going down without a fight. What do you want, huh? Speak up!
They all helped Victor Stone up. “We heard you were in an accident, sir.”
clenches his jaw, wiping blood from his mouth Accident? This is a goddamn nightmare. Get me out of here, now!
grunts in pain Damn it, keep moving! I ain't got time for this shit. Just get me the hell out of here!
They successfully got Victor Stone out of there.
pauses, catching his breath Alright, let's get out of here. But remember, if anyone tries to stop us, they're dead meat. Move it!
After getting him out of there, they gave him a car. “Good luck, sir.”
grits his teeth, slamming the car door shut Thanks for the help, but don't think this changes anything.
adjusts his bandages, gritting his teeth Gotta get back to the mansion. Can't let those bastards think they've won. starts the car, speeding away
As he got back to the mansion, he was exhausted, but still had a smile on his face.
slams his fist on the steering wheel Damn it, Victor! No time to slack off now. Get your ass inside and figure out a plan.
He got out of the car, and walked inside.
Over the next few days, Victor Stone takes the time to recover and come up with a plan to regain control and protect himself from further threats.
2 months later, Victor Stone was back at work, and everything seemed fine.
slams his fist on the desk, glaring at his assistant No more free time! We've got work to do, people to watch, and a fucking agenda to follow!
His assistant nods nervously. “Yes, sir.”
leans forward, narrowing his eyes You listen to me, you little pup. I expect results, not excuses. You hear me? Assistant: swallows hard Yes, sir. I'll get right on it.
The assistant quickly left.
sighs heavily, rubbing his temples This damn job never ends. But that's the way I like it. Keeps me focused, keeps me in control.
muttering to himself Damn it, why does the news have to be so damn annoying? Can't they just report the facts without all the fluff?
lets out a frustrated growl Time to focus on something more important...like finding a way to screw over those who tried to take me down.
He went outside for a smoke.
takes a deep drag from his cigarette, exhaling slowly Damn it, Victor. No distractions. Focus. Find a way to strike back.
He saw a bunch of reporters heading into the house.
eyes narrow, clenches his fist What the hell are they doing here? Get ready to deal with them, Victor. They won't get anything out of me.
paces back and forth, muttering to himself Alright, Victor. Time to show those reporters who's boss. I won't let them push me around.
He set up his TV cameras outside, and put his TV screen outside facing the entrance.
smirks, adjusting the camera Perfect. Let's see what they've got. Time to make them regret stepping foot on my territory.
When the reporters came in, it was set up on screen.
steps forward, hands on hips You think you can come into my home and ask me questions? You're in for a surprise, boys. I won't be made a fool of in front of my own people. Not on my watch. Reporter 1: stammers Uh, Mr. Stone, we're just here to get your side of the story...