Part V

Tuesday 17 September 1963

Warren Kenneth Worthington Jnr looked across his desk to lock eyes with Charles Xavier, he looked at the bald man with a critical eye. Professor Xavier was dressed in an expensive suit, a particular label the Mr Worthington preferred, and he also had a modern customized wheelchair, so he assumed that Xavier had money.

"Thankyou for meeting with me," Xavier said.

"What do you cant to talk to me about, Professor Xavier?" Mr Worthington was a very busy man and that he had very little time for small talk and pleasantries.

"I would lie to invite your son to an exclusive school that I am setting up," Charles explained. He seemed unfazed by Mr Worthington's abruptness.

"What kind of school?" Mr Worthington asked. He wanted to know everything about this school if his only child, his son, his heir was going to go to this school. Especially since his son was a mutant, they were people in the world who would gladly kill mutants.

"A school where he can finish his schooling, where he is prepared for collage and he will also have a training program designed for him to help keep him fit and train him to defend himself from those who would do him harm," Charles explained in a way that was both vague and precise.

"How can I be assured that my son will be safe?" Mr Worthington was wondering how to bring up the topic of mutants to this man.

"If you are concerned about the media, the school is on my private property and I have an advanced security system, one of the most modern available. But if you are worried about the fact that your son is a mutant then don't be concerned, as a mutant myself I wouldn't let any of my students get hurt," Xavier explained.

Mr Worthington was stunned, it wasn't everyday that a total stranger would tell you that he or she was a mutant. "What kind of mutant are you?" Mr Worthington asked bluntly.

"I'm a telepath and when I was a teen my hair feel out,' Xavier explained. He knew that to get Mr Worthington's trust he had to tell him and he also knew that Mr Worthington wouldn't tell anyone other than his wife.

Mr Worthington nodded, what Xavier had told him made sense, sort of. However he had more concern. "So you can read my thoughts?" He stated more than asked.

"I have erected mental shields to prevent people's thoughts from entering my mind. If a telepath was strong enough they could be in a lot of pain from being bombarded with other people's thoughts," Charles explained patiently.

"I would like to talk about this with my son," Mr Worthington said after a couple of minutes thinking.

"Completely understandable," Charles said. He then slid a business card over to Mr Worthington.