Post by Auber on Jun 24, 2020 12:19:16 GMT -6
Auber typically didn't bother with any entities of foreign polities of any kind, whether it be political, corporate or any of the sort, either because he never found the need to, or simply found it a dull effort and chose to direct his resources to things he deemed more important.
Of course, there's always a first time for everything, and Auber couldn't exactly mark an appointment directly to Hofferson, someone of his calibre is, no doubt, receiving dozens of requests to meet, or talk, after all, Carro Hofferson was not only the CEO of Crop Co, one of, if not the most influential industrial corporation in the planet, but he was also the President of Earth.
So with that, Auber requested for a formal letter be delivered to the CEO, addressing a request to talk, an address, which lead to a pleasant café, at least by his standards, and a signature, which would inform the President that Auber didn't intend for this to be a deceptive ambush, he signed his name and position, and then sent it away to land in Hofferson's desk.
Right now, he was at the aforementioned café, sipping on a fine cup of caffeine, Auber made sure to dress as formally and as eloquently as he could, a royal navy-coloured suit in place, made certain to be as closely fitted as possible, collar crisp and straight, a pocket square being of identical colour to his red tie, Auber once more chuckled at the memory of Scallio's comment about suits, finding them restrictive.
He, afterwards, frowned when remembering all the events after, letting his displeasure out with a sigh.
Of course, there's always a first time for everything, and Auber couldn't exactly mark an appointment directly to Hofferson, someone of his calibre is, no doubt, receiving dozens of requests to meet, or talk, after all, Carro Hofferson was not only the CEO of Crop Co, one of, if not the most influential industrial corporation in the planet, but he was also the President of Earth.
So with that, Auber requested for a formal letter be delivered to the CEO, addressing a request to talk, an address, which lead to a pleasant café, at least by his standards, and a signature, which would inform the President that Auber didn't intend for this to be a deceptive ambush, he signed his name and position, and then sent it away to land in Hofferson's desk.
Right now, he was at the aforementioned café, sipping on a fine cup of caffeine, Auber made sure to dress as formally and as eloquently as he could, a royal navy-coloured suit in place, made certain to be as closely fitted as possible, collar crisp and straight, a pocket square being of identical colour to his red tie, Auber once more chuckled at the memory of Scallio's comment about suits, finding them restrictive.
He, afterwards, frowned when remembering all the events after, letting his displeasure out with a sigh.
No KP Action
3/3 KP
Power Level: 80,000
AUBER - "DO I GO LEFT WHERE NOTHING IS RIGHT? OR RIGHT WHERE NOTHING IS LEFT?"
