Disclaimer: Don't own them. Not a single one. Wouldn't mind having Owen, though.
Author's note: This was an English assignment. I had stick vocabulary words in it. I left 'em underlined, so you can see what they teach us at ELJH. Enjoy!!
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Of Conglomerates and Alexander
Owen sighed. It was going to be a long night. That new conglomerate could prove to be extremely annoying. Owen was doing his best to find some way to shut them down, or buy them out, but so far he hadn't had any luck. It was proving to be quite the conundrum.
Owen's boss David Xanatos, and wife Fox entered the office.
"Good evening, Owen"
Owen rose from his chair. "Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Xanatos."
"Any luck finding a way to shut down the... agitation?"
"No, sir. Not yet, at any rate."
"They seem nearly impenetrable. Their projects are advanced enough to qualify for the Western Disseminate Protection software. As you know, anything encoded by the WDP is supposed to be inaccessible to civilians. So naturally, if we did dig up any information on the intonation software, it would be far too suspicious to use."
"Yes, sir," Owen intoned respectfully.
"But we didn't come to discuss business, did we David?" prodded Fox.
"You're absolutely right, Fox," he replied. "We actually came to talk about our son."
"Alexander's training is going well."
"Don't be so modest, Owen. Your rigorous training has made him quite the little genius. I do wonder sometimes, if his insularity might put him at a disadvantage later in life."
"Nonsense, Fox. It's not like he lives in his own dimension," David protested.
"Unfortunately sir, it may become a problem. Alexander's copious abilities could distance him from his peers. Other children might even disown him."
"My son? I doubt it," laughed David.
"Just hope he doesn't grow up and run off with some... strumpet," sniffed Owen.
For some reason, the Xanatoses found that statement rather funny.
"Tell me, Owen," Fox inquired, still giggling, "are you always so rigid?"
David answered before Owen had a chance to. "Yes, he is. Say, Owen, are you normal at all? Do you have a favorite color, for example?"
Owen didn't say anything.
"Oh, well. Good night, Owen." He and Fox turned to leave.
"It's henna, sir."
"What is, Owen?" asked David.
"My favorite color," Owen replied, and went back to work.
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Hey, what'd you think? I'd love to know. You can review it or email me. My address is in my profile.
See ya! ^_~
Author's note: This was an English assignment. I had stick vocabulary words in it. I left 'em underlined, so you can see what they teach us at ELJH. Enjoy!!
~*~*~*~*~
Of Conglomerates and Alexander
Owen sighed. It was going to be a long night. That new conglomerate could prove to be extremely annoying. Owen was doing his best to find some way to shut them down, or buy them out, but so far he hadn't had any luck. It was proving to be quite the conundrum.
Owen's boss David Xanatos, and wife Fox entered the office.
"Good evening, Owen"
Owen rose from his chair. "Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Xanatos."
"Any luck finding a way to shut down the... agitation?"
"No, sir. Not yet, at any rate."
"They seem nearly impenetrable. Their projects are advanced enough to qualify for the Western Disseminate Protection software. As you know, anything encoded by the WDP is supposed to be inaccessible to civilians. So naturally, if we did dig up any information on the intonation software, it would be far too suspicious to use."
"Yes, sir," Owen intoned respectfully.
"But we didn't come to discuss business, did we David?" prodded Fox.
"You're absolutely right, Fox," he replied. "We actually came to talk about our son."
"Alexander's training is going well."
"Don't be so modest, Owen. Your rigorous training has made him quite the little genius. I do wonder sometimes, if his insularity might put him at a disadvantage later in life."
"Nonsense, Fox. It's not like he lives in his own dimension," David protested.
"Unfortunately sir, it may become a problem. Alexander's copious abilities could distance him from his peers. Other children might even disown him."
"My son? I doubt it," laughed David.
"Just hope he doesn't grow up and run off with some... strumpet," sniffed Owen.
For some reason, the Xanatoses found that statement rather funny.
"Tell me, Owen," Fox inquired, still giggling, "are you always so rigid?"
David answered before Owen had a chance to. "Yes, he is. Say, Owen, are you normal at all? Do you have a favorite color, for example?"
Owen didn't say anything.
"Oh, well. Good night, Owen." He and Fox turned to leave.
"It's henna, sir."
"What is, Owen?" asked David.
"My favorite color," Owen replied, and went back to work.
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Hey, what'd you think? I'd love to know. You can review it or email me. My address is in my profile.
See ya! ^_~