Inc

Author: MarshAngel

Rated: PG13

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e-mail:watsonma@hotmail.com

webpage: Anonymous Reader:Censored Web Address

Somehow I feel it's a bit redundant to say I don't own Sailor Moon, so I won't. Sue Me if you will, but between us both, Ihave nothing you could possibly want.

I orginally put up chapters of this story before I realized that I had no idea where it was going. Unfortunately for those of you who liked the beginning I left you hanging for quite a while because of writers block. I finally have the story done however and I've learned my lesson and some valuable writing experience. I'll never put up an incomplete story again as I have a tendency to right in a rather non-linear fashion. Anyway... on with the story....

Prologue

"I don't appreciate the way you're handling this. This company has been in my family for three generations, I will not have you split it up like a cheap block of wood. I'll be damned if you'll take away what is rightfully mine!" The old man was red faced with anger. People had begun to stare and whisper.

"Calm yourself before you give yourself a heart attack Henry."

"How dare you!" Henry Vicente sputtered, disbelieving the pure calm and what could easily be conceived as complete boredom on Derencourt's face. "I swear I will fight this, you arrogant son of a bitch. I won't let some upcoming snot nosed kid like you do this to My Company! Men like you are exactly what's wrong with this country and I swear you'll regret this!" He watched as a cynical smile crossed the dark, handsome features of the man he now considered his enemy.

"Strange words coming from a Capitalist and a Republican," Derencourt said softly.

"Fuck you Derencourt!" He stalked out of the restaurant feeling the eyes of the wealthy patrons piercing his back.

"That was cold even for you," the beautiful woman sitting beside him spoke for the first time since Vicente had begun his tirade. Her face was a vision of pure calm and utter serenity, a mirror of his own.

"It's business, Setsuna. I don't get emotionally involved."

Setsuna stared at her friend and boss, amazed at how controlled he was. There were times she wasn't sure how he managed to do his job with a clear conscience.

"He's right you know. You are an arrogant son of a bitch." Darien Derencourt, arrogant SOB extraordinaire merely raised an eyebrow.