NationStates Jolt Archive


Unfathomale Wealth, and Life in the Union [Semi-Closed]

Austar Union
07-07-2005, 02:11
Bank of the Union
Anatoba City, Austar Union

With his heels clicking lightly against the marble lobby, Mr. Jonathon Hopkins took his time to stride toward the main reception. It was busy in here, the place was an obvious hive of activity. And for one thing, security was tight inside the building. On every corner, Hopkins had noted that there were two active security guard personell, each reading from the same company, Reploid Security. Having personal knowledge on that company, he remembered that it had been involved with several major contracts with the government, and administration under Lord Indigo Blue. Slowly but surely it seemed that he was making use of the private sector for the security of his personal assets. Being worth upwards from the figure of Eighty Billion Dollars, Indigo was hardly the richest man in the Union, but at least held some stake in the real estate around these parts. Anatoba City had made the highest growth above the rest of the cities around the nation, although one could simply claim that ever since the cities had been linked via one single agglomeration, such statistics were unreliable.

In the meantime, now that Jonathon had arrived at the main reception, he stood and waited while the woman finished on the telephone. Arguably, the call sounded more personal than anything, but at least she was willing to end it at a customer's arrival. Mr. Hopkins was quite the unordinary however, and would make a request which she wouldnt have heard in her whole time of three weeks in the job.

"Hello, I have an appointment to see Mister Dennis Craig at Three," he said upon her giving him her undivided attention, "Is he available now?"

The young woman checked her watch, "Erm, you're early. Let me just check, sorry."

Waiting for several moments, Jonathon stood by as she contacted someone via telephone - probably Dennis' assistant.

"He is, however you might be waiting for five minutes or so. Is that okay?" she said after hanging up the telephone.

"That will be just fine," he replied, taking the security pass from the woman. "Thankyou."

Turning back toward the lobby, Jonathon now strided calmly toward one of the many, silver-plated elevators. (Or at least, the doors were silver-plated). It seemed as if he would have some time to relax. Having been on the hundreth floor already, he was aware of some of the facilities there - hence, he was able to consider the idea of getting himself a Pink Bunny Cola from one of the vending machines. Or perhaps a bottle of Resi Cola. Inwardly indesisive, he still boarded the elevator nevertheless and pressed the button. It would be a long ride to the top, and unfortunately not one had thought to change that bloody elevator music. Bah, no pain no gain.