Quatre sipped his water, slumping deeper into the sofa. Empty wine bottles and glasses crowded the coffee table. The party had ended hours ago, but Quatre hadn't budged.
Trowa ceased his toying with the velvet cap and tossed it back to Quatre. "No decision yet, Dr. Winner?"
"Don't know," mumbled Quatre. He perched the cap on his head and smoothed his robes. "Not sure where I'd do more good."
Business or Academics? Quatre was caught between them. His doctorate concerned conflict management between the Space Colonies and Earth. Universities were already calling.
"Money speaks." Quatre said.
"So do ideas."
"I can provide more leadership as a CEO," Quatre said wearily.
"But...?" Trowa prompted.
Quatre sighed. "The view from here is better. I see further. My work isn't obstructed by stupid details and petty politicking."
"Vision is valuable in a leader."
"But I can't do both."
"Why not?"
Quatre considered.