I pride myself on the ability to manage people, even when they don't realize they're being managed.
Each meeting is brought to a close within three hours. Time to spare for each of the next ones. By the end of each, I've convinced a majority of my quests to sign up, adding they're signatures to the list joining my suit. And those who didn't...well, they were smart enough to sign non-disclosure agreements. Wouldn't want the news to get out early, after all.
My lawyers will have all the documents processed and filed by lunch tomorrow. By the end of the day, papers will start being sent out. And, if need be, I'll put in a call or two to make sure the
right judges get assigned.
***
It's midnight by the time I've finished everything I needed to do on my end. Now it's just a matter of waiting. And savoring the anticipation of what will happen tomorrow.
I sit in my chair in my office, looking out the massive windows at the city sprawled out before me.
My city. At least, it used to be. Before
they all appeared, changing the status quo. The people need to look to one of their own to help lift them up. Not one of
them.
I swirl my brandy, allowing the heat of my hand to gently warm it. I gladly inhale the aroma, then take a slow sip. My computer beeps, pulling me from my reverie. I turn and light up the screen in my desk. A read the message that comes up
To:
[email protected]
From:
[email protected]
Re: Progress
Initial analysis complete. Taking final samples and interviews. Will return day after tomorrow after finalizing work and clean up.
Prognosis - Excellent
Hamilton
I shut down the screen, sighing with satisfaction. I poor a healthy amount of brandy into the glass, and pull one of my special Cuban cigars from a secret drawer. I light it and turn my chair back towards the cityscape as I take a long drag...
***
The next day, The Guardian is patroling Metropolis. Usually not a difficult job, with the so-called Man of Steel in town. But, even he can't be everywhere at once. There's still plenty of crime and people needing help to go around. Like a man preparing to jump to his death...
Guardian lands softly on the roof behind the man, being careful not to startle him from the ledge.
"Sir. Is there a problem? Can I help you?"
"A-Are you...The Guardian?"
"I am. Are you thinking about hurting yourself?"
"I didn't know what else to do."
"You don't have to do this."
"I-I have to. I can't...There's no other way."
"There always is. Take my hand. We'll figure this out."
"I was hoping a hero would show up..."
The man looks at the Guardian's out stretched hand. Then back at the Guardian. He reaches into his jacket pocket, and pulls out a piece of paper.
He put the paper in Guardian's hand.
"What the-?!"
"You've been served."