Wally POV

I was looking over the current statistics of Wayne Industries on my computer. Everything was great-except the quality. Apparently the screens of our mini tablets were faulty.

I was going to have to talk to the workers about that-or at least have someone do it while I tend to my other duties.

I continued to read over reports of the rest of our products when my door opened.

And there stood Carrie, my assistant. Carrie, Carrie was beautiful. Her dirty blonde hair was always curled to perfection and rested nicely on her shoulders. She has gorgeous hazel eyes and a smile that could make any man (with no self control) fall at her feet. Not that men would mind. Her legs are smooth and toned.

The only problem was that she was a gold digger. All she ever did was prance around the office trying to find a successful rich man to control and get things she wanted.

"Mr. West, there is a board meeting in five minutes in the boardroom E" she stated leaning over giving me perfect view of her cleavage.

"You know, you could have just buzzed me" I said, rising from my seat.

"I know, but I just wanted to see your handsome face" she said with a smile.

I rolled my eyes. I was one of the many the could see her true intentions.

"Thanks. You can go back to your cubicle now" I stated flashing a smile of my own..

She frowned slightly before giving a quick nod and returning to her station.

Soon I entered boardroom E to see that most of the executives had already arrived.

The boardroom was located on the outer part of the big building giving a us a fantastic view of the ever so busy New York city. In the middle of the room sat a long mahogany table that was surrounded by about fifteen black computer chairs, one being at the front end of the table. This chair of course would be the chair that the owner of Wayne Industries would be sitting. Behind the chair of the CEO sat a big promethean board.

A glass of ice sparkling water was placed at every chair and in the center of the table were pitchers most likely filled with more sparkling water and a bouquet of flowers in an expensive looking vase.

I sit in my seat which was two places to the right, up front next to my co-worker and best friend Richard Grayson. Everyone called him Dick, it's his nickname. But honestly no one knows why. He didn't act too much like a dickhead anyways.

Being the stepson of Bruce Wayne, he was the second in command. To everyone else in the building he was pretty intimidating. He was a man that liked to think things through and didn't like to compromise much. He was the one to constantly work with clients and help develop marketing strategies and had many connections.

He was the man that knew lots of people and knew how to play the game. Basically a younger Vito Corleone.

"Hey Dick, what's this meeting about?" I asked.

"Something about a story about our company in a magazine" he replied as he took his seat.

Soon everyone had arrived except Bruce himself.

There was Zatanna Zatara-Dick's girlfriend-and she was the company's publicist. She made sure the Wayne Industries looked at it's best on all platforms of the media.

Zatanna was seated next to Raquel Ervin who also worked in the same department as her. The difference was Raquel handled research about the competition and customer service.

And there is also Conner Kent worked in the same department as me except he was in charge of everyone else that worked in the building and usually all job applicants would have to go through him. He gives all the newbies a harder time.

My Uncle Barry sat in his seat chatting up a storm with anyone that would listen. Barry was the chief strategy officer.

Then there's Diana Prince the chief administrative officer, Arthur Curry the chief knowledge officer, Clark Kent the chief compliance officer, Bart West chief investment officer, Tim Drake the chief information officer and Cassandra Sandsmark the chief communication officer and also the girlfriend of Tim.

Tim was the second adopted son of Bruce, essentially the third most powerful in the building. At least he would be anyways. He was just starting out.

We were very much a family business. We've all known each other since Wayne Industries was just an idea.

"Good morning everyone, have a seat" Bruce stated walking over to the seat at the front end of the table. The rest of us sat and all watched as he silently walked to his seat in the front of the room saying nothing.

After a moment he spoke.

"We are not here to discuss our company. Not yet anyways" he announced.

"What does that mean?" Cassie asked.

"Cassie!" Tim said.

"It was just a question" she said with a shrug.

"To answer your question Cassandra, a very big magazine company is coming to do a big report about the company…and our chief creative officer will continue" he informed.

As Bruce sat, Zatanna rose from her seat.

I admit Zatanna was gorgeous. She had silky black hair, fair complexion and light blue eyes.

I know I shouldn't say these things about my best friends' girlfriend-but they were true. It shouldn't matter anyways, I didn't like her-at least not in a romantic way.

"Thank you Mr. Wayne" she started.

"Tomorrow morning the chief reporter and her reporters are coming here to do a magazine special about our company!" Zatanna said happily.

"Well who is? I want to know!" Bart blurted.

I rolled my eyes. Did I mention Bart was my cousin?

"It's…Tracker Magazine!" she replied.

Everyone remained silent. Until Conner broke the silence.

"But that magazine trashes every company!" Conner said.

"Almost every company. They loved Pepsi" Raquel corrected.

"And that's why they have to love us" Zatanna declared.

"They trash pretty much all companies, if they like us this could send sales skyrocketing!" Dick exclaimed.

"Richard is right. Tomorrow I everyone on their best behaviors" Wayne said.

"That's right and no lying. They are sneaking little rats that can take us out of business " Uncle Barry informed.

"Okay, meeting over. You may all return to your regular posts" Bruce said.

Everyone filed out.

"Tomorrow is big business" Zatanna stated before leaving the room.

Artemis POV

I opened my black blazer. It was extremely hot, it felt like we were circling the sun. MY blazer absorbing more heat wasn't helping me at all.

"Alright guys, tomorrow is a big day for us" I stated.

"What is it?" Bette, my best reporter, asked.

"We are starting the story about Wayne Industries" I replied.

Bette nodded.

"You fourteen are my best reporters and coming with me," I started, "Now everyone will have a person they interview. Make sure to get the most secrets out of them as you can. " I continued.

Tacker magazine was one of the biggest magazine companies in the country. Yeah sure my uncle owned it but I worked hard for my title.

It was hard work. It's what I do, work hard.

"So I want you to be on your best behavior, I don't want Wayne Industries to think that we're immature" I said.

"Artemis loosen up!" Megan groaned.

She wasn't an actual reporter, she was the copy editor. She read through the draft of every magazine and made sure there were are mistakes. Very rarely she actually wrote stories.

"I can't. This is important we cannot blow this" I admitted to her.

Then I turned to everyone else.

"Got it?" I asked.

All I got were nods.

"Alright let's start giving assignments…" I started.