DISCLAIMER: I do not own nor wish to appear to be the owner of Speed Racer/Mach Go Go Go and all merchandise thereof.

Thanks to all those who have reviewed my story and to all those who didn't but continue to read this fic. I am so excited! I am so close to the end of this fic. It has really been challenging for me. I guess I shouldn't have decided to write my first fic as a chaptered one. Oh, well.

Anyway, no one has asked but I thought I would throw it out there. Speed does live in a one room apartment, not because he can't afford a house or anything, but because he recognizes that is all he needs to live comfortably. Well, that will make more sense when you read this chapter. On with the show!

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Speed was wearing a suit. He hated wearing suits but, he figured if he was going to meet the Presidents of a massive company like Signet Black, he better look like he gave a shit. He had even used mouse on his midnight hair, smoothing it back in a attempt to look older and professional. He drove his Mach Five, on the occasion that they may want to look at it and also to help scream his presence and identity to Security. He didn't really have any distinguishing features so that car would be his only give away. He stepped out of the high polished automobile and smoothing the wrinkles of his brown suit, walked toward the entrance of the skyscraper.

Speed had to check himself, hold in a rather tacky 'oh my gosh' at the sight of the foyer. He had been in large corporate buildings before, but this one had an uppity, flaunting air. Every corner and crevice oozed of rich old bastards and their influence on the interior design of this building. Even with all the bragging one couldn't help but still be throughly impressed. Like when you see the insides of a celebrity's mansion. The money spent on simple necessities, like the bathroom for instance, is revolting, but you can't help to long for that sort of frivolous freedom.

Speed had reached the 42nd floor in an equally elegant elevator. He didn't see the propose of lining the walls with rich crimson velvet, but he sure did appreciate the Victorian sofa placed against the wall. It was from that sofa that the young man stood upon hearing the soft bell that signaled his stop. The wide doors opened and he took a minute to adjust his suit, which he was grateful for now more than ever, and stepped out shoulders high and a long stride to his legs. He would be damned if he appeared to be intimidated by all of this opulence. He found the office rather quickly and with a firm fist knocked on the thick wooden door, briefly wondering if the sound would reverberate through the solid maple. The door was swiftly opened by a tall lanky man in a gray suit with a smile that resembled the Cheshire cat.

Every nerve and instinct immediately spoke–no, screamed Watch Your Back!

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"Please, please, have a seat!" The lanky man smiled wider, a feat that seemed impossible, " Would you like tea, soda, coffee–"

Speed raised a hand to stop the flow of words and spoke gently, " I know this is a business but I am more than certain you have Scotch."

The man chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down Speed's spine. The President dropped his smile, " Scotch it is."

Speed sat silently on the chocolate hued leather chair, even this office was decorated with high end style. He watched the man intently, trying to see if it was his movements or mannerisms that sent his defenses up. No doubt the man was a big fat phony, Speed smirked such a childish term seemed clumsy in a place like this, however, it was true statement. The President was obviously false in his smiles and in his open hospitality, but that came with the business. Speed had seen this persona a hundred times during his career as a racer. So no, it was not that. So what was...

Speed couldn't stop the whine and the very ungraceful drop of his jaw when the President turned around with two Scotches in hand. The President smirked and quirked his eyebrows up. Speed noticed that he must be highly amused with the sight.

Speed swallowed, " Snake...Snake...Oiler?"

The President's smirk turned into that Cheshire grin, " Well, at one time...yes." he walked over to a still shocked Speed and outstretched his hand. Upon realizing that the young man wasn't making a move towards the glass, he bent and placed the beverage on the end table next to the chair. It was the somewhat firm clank of the glass that snapped Speed out of his state of awe.

" I'm...I'm sorry..." Speed took hold of the liquor and sipped, " I didn't mean to be rude."

" It is quite alright," the President sat down across from Speed, " you look different as well."

Speed nodded, " What should I call you...I mean, I'm sure you don't go by Snake anymore."

" Mr. President."

Speed frowned, "...Excuse me?"

An amused smile tugged at the corners of Snake's mouth, " You can call me Mr. President."

Speed resisted the urge to narrow his eyes and spit at the ground. Mr. President. A title reserved for his employees. His suborates. Speed didn't spit but he did speak with clear disgust in his voice, " Very well, Mr. President."

Snake laughed as if he had just won an extremely intense game of chess, " Now, can we proceed with this meeting, I do have other engagements you know."

Speed downed his Scotch and forgetting formalities swiped his mouth with the back of his hand, " What connection do you have with the Cyclone and my father?"

The President leaned back and crossed his legs using the armrest to rest his elbows and steeple his fingertips, " I am directly connected, that is why I am the only President at this meeting, even though it was slated that both of us would be here."

Speed cocked his head and smirked, " I want to know everything."

Snake licked his teeth, " Fine," he sighed, " It was Mrs. Racer, not your father who called me. She said she was looking for financiers for the newest model of a car named Cyclone. I told her we would be interested and would call back on the details. I explained that we would need to see drawings and a summery on the car and its capabilities." He paused to take a long sip of the golden Scotch, " However, when I called, and yes I called myself, your father was quite clear on just how much he wanted to have nothing to do with me. He, apparently, knew who I was. He apologized siting low manpower and the desperate way his wife wanted to help him out and with a gracious thanks but, no thanks hung up on me." He made a gesture toward Speed's empty glass, " More?"

Speed shook his head, " No. You called my Agent as well."

" Yes," he was grinning again, " yes I did. I thought she may act as somewhat of a backdoor. I thought she might be able to help get me closer to the Cyclone project. Closer to you." His grin widened, he was the Cheshire again.

Speed frowned , " Me?"

Snake sighed heavily, " My original plan was to finance the build of the Cyclone on the condition that I could have one of my guys be the face of the finished product and that you would be the face of one of ours." the President's eyes sparkled, " I am still open to that arrangement..."

Speed spoke firmly, " No. If my father didn't want you then I don't want you."

" I had a feeling you would say that," The man stood and standing behind his desk spoke with arms crossed, " I have always admired you Speed, daring to race so young and taking the racing world by storm as you did so. All the passion and determination, the adrenaline and pride associated with racing could be seen in your eyes. You were racing personified. I longed to have the fan following you enjoyed, that stasis and honor. Hell, I even wanted your looks." The President laughed, " I know I look like a scary gargoyle."

Speed clicked his tongue, " Do you think flattery will change my mind?"

The man narrowed his eyes, " I would never intend to flatter you." He hissed and Speed understood where his nickname had came from, that and his tendency to cheat at races, " I only tell you all this to make a point."

Speed stood, " Then make it. You are not the only one with 'other engagements'."

Snake's brows furrowed in sudden anger and his hands slammed on top of his ornately carved desk, " You will consider my offer."

Speed turned and walked toward the door, " Bye," he waved a hand absently while shoving the other in the pocket of his slacks.

Snake smiled, " I really only meant to sedate her, I never meant for her to die."

Speed stopped cold and a rage so fierce shook him to his core. He didn't feel his feet move, he never heard his feral yell, the only thing he was aware of was that he had Snake's silk tie in this grasp and he had yanked so hard the one of the man's knees was atop the desk.

" What!" Speed spat the words, " What the hell did you just say!"

Had Speed showed this rage to anyone else they would have been shocked maybe even intimidated. His normally sapphire eyes had clouded over with blind anger and now had a navy tint to them. His cheeks were flushed red and sweat popped out on his forehead. His grip was strong and sure and he would have broken the President's neck if it wasn't for the fact that he needed answers. His rage was indeed terrifying, however, in front of this strange psychotic man it had no effect. In fact, Snake's features were ones of smug triumph and delight.

" I said," the President smiled, " you will consider my offer. If you don't...well," He raised a brow, " let's just say I have more tricks up my sleeve."

Speed reached back, preparing with a clinched fist to rid this man of all his teeth, when his arm was caught at the elbow by a force behind him. Speed was instantly aware of the fact that the force was security and he released his grip on Snake. Standing, he was overcome with a sense of calm. Hurting Snake may appease the beast in his gut but, still it did not bring his mother back. That dog, he spoke the words so calmly, like he had accidently tripped her, not taken her life.

" Please be gentle," the President stood upright and adjusted his tie and coat, " he is not an intruder, I may need him to come back one day."

The security guards looked puzzled but nodded and grabbing Speed by both arms proceeded toward the door.

Snake looked on and at the calculated time spoke, " You are not the only one who has changed Speed," his voice was thick with wickedness, " That woman...Trixie was it...yes, she has developed into quite an alluring woman."

Speed looked back eyes narrowed and through gritted teeth spoke, " You sick son of a–"

The President cut off Speed's words with a deep laugh.

Speed hung is head. Yeah, this building reeked of selfish, snotty rich bastards.

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Well, there it is! I hope you like it and please review! Good, Bad, Helpful, or Not.

-AeryonSun