Oscorp Experiment Leaves Sixteen Dead" Jack said throwing the copy of the Daily Bugle down onto the seat opposite him, he opened the mini-bar next to him, he traced his hands across the array of bottles and took out one labeled Kentucky Bourbon, taking a glass from the bottom of the bar he filled it with ice and poured the vintage highly alcohol beverage. He drunk a small amount from the glass and sloshed it around his mouth, savoring the strong taste, Jack turned his head and stared out the window of his limousine at the passing city, he was now one of the most detested men in New York City thanks to his obnoxious impatient partner, he sipped from his glass of Bourbon again and sank into to his chair.
"Were to sir?" His driver inquired in his grey husky voice, the limo came to a stop at a set of lights and Jacks driver turned about revealing his aged narrow face, he tipped his cap up "Sir?" he said again. "Home please Francis" Napier said, I cant face going out in public yet" His driver nodded and turned back around, the jet black limo moved from the traffic lights and carried on through the towering city.
After driving for a substantial amount of time the Limo came to a quite estate of houses, the impressive rows of huge manors flanking the well kept street lined with delicate trees whose leaves were beginning to shed in the autumn sun. The limo pulled up outside a large Victorian Mansion, Jack thanked his driver and told him to go back to Oscorp tower, Jack stepped out onto the street placing his pitch black sunglasses over his green eyes, his Limo pulled away and he stood on the curb watching it drive off into the distance. He stood on the pavement in his tight black suit, his white shirt standing out through his blazer and long black tie, he was standing as if he were posing for a photo-shoot, he looked about the street again checking for reporters baying for an interview which they could twist into their sadistic game. Once all was clear Napier walked proudly through the gates of his mansion and up the driveway to the heavy oak door, he knelt down and sifted through the earth in a plant pot next to the door and dug out a key, a simple but effective method of keeping his home safe. Jack pushed the door open and walked into the huge lobby; the wide windows on the front of the house sent the bright fall sunlight streaming through giving the lobby a beautiful orangey glow. Coming down one of the twin staircases was Jacks faithful butler, Mr Fielding, holding onto the railing he helped his elderly frame into the lobby.
"Hello sir" Said Mr. Fielding in a rather drab yet still affectionate tone, he had served under Jack for many years and almost looked on Jack like the son he had never had and even though Jack would never admit it, he looked on Mr. Fielding as a father figure.
"Hello Julian" Napier said making his way through to the lounge, "Can bring me a glass of Kentucky Bourbon, lots of ice, make it quick" Mr. Fielding nodded and went towards the kitchen. Jack picked up the remote for his television set, he tapped up a button and the huge flat screen TV burst into life. On the screen the a news reporter was standing in front of Oscorp tower, bellow him on the information bar it read "Oscorp stocks dip 74 points" Napier clenched his fist around the remote control and felt his anger well up inside of him, he stood up and began to pace around the room. Jack walked over to one of the cabinets and opened the door, he lifted the lid off a jar and took out a cigar, he held it under his nose and sniffed along its length, he loved the smell of tobacco and no matter how much he wanted to quit smoking, the stress was getting to him, he needed a release. He took the lighter from the shelf next to the jar and put the cigar in his mouth, he flicked the lighter three times and the flame was released, he held it under the cigar and took a long draw on the sweet smoke. Mr. Fielding entered the room carrying a tray with a small glass of his Kentucky Bourbon on it, he frowned and shook his head, he didn't mind Napier's drinking habit but he hated seeing Jack smoke.
"I thought you were trying to cut down sir" Julian said as he placed the tray down onto the arm rest of the settee "Isn't the nicotine gum helping?"
"All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy" Jack muttered as he walked over to the couch to pick up his drink, he drunk it down in one gulp and walked out of the room without exchanging a word to Mr. Fielding, the loyal butler coughed at the smoke that hung in the air. Jack walked up the staircase past the huge paintings, some copies of masterpieces, some real, Jack reached the top of the stairs and walked along the hardwood flooring towards the master bedroom. As he walked swiftly he tripped over one of his shoe laces and feel to floor with a thud, he cursed to himself and began to get up. But as he did he knocked over one of the tables standing in the corridor, he watched in horror as a priceless vase began to fall to the floor he dived to save it but under shoot and saw the precious piece of pottery shatter in front of his face. He clenched and unclenched his fists trying to keep calm, he let out a few deep breaths and stood up again, he managed to keep his cool and kept going to his master bedroom without punching something. He entered his private quarters and clicked the door closed behind him, he didn't bother to get out of his restricting suit, he just crawled straight into his luxurious four poster bed, he lay atop the bed clothes and just feel asleep.