Chapter 140
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Authors note:
Hello, my dear readers!
Sorry for not so frequent update last week.
I am finally well and healthy. And thanks to our sweet comment ready to write more! I'll try to pick up the pace this week and do one or even 2 chaps per day!
Thank you so much for your support!
I love you all, lots!
____________________________________
The crowd looked in bewilderment from the cells to Greg, awaiting further explanation. But he seemed in no hurry to reveal anything at all, intently peering into the face of Ian Winterbourne, as if waiting for his next step. Finally, one of the reporters in the first row could not stand it and shouted.
"Mr. Wells, can you tell us what this is all about? Cages, monsters? What are you implying?"
Greg grinned, turning his gaze to a brave man.
"Before I reveal the essence of today's show, I would like to introduce a person who honored our modest event with his presence. This is a great honor! And I want to admit that without his participation this idea would not even have arisen in my head. Please welcome Mr. Ian Winterbourne. All well-known financial genius, the owner of the Winter Corp. and of course the father of my future wife, Ruslana."
After completing his presentation, Greg began to clap first, but all the presents did not expect such a turn of events to the extent that they managed to join the applause only after a couple of moments of awkward pause. Ian's face was literally paralyzed, turning into a mask of ill-concealed anger. But he was not given a chance to ignore the words of Greg because that arrogant reporter who pushed him before began to whisper something to people nearby, constantly nodding in the direction of Mr. Winterbourne and soon the whole crowd was staring at him. Besides, the next moment, behind Greg, a screen came up with a frontal image of his closeup, exposing him completely.
"Please, Mr. Winterbourne, don't be shy. Come on stage. This is all thanks to you." - Greg added fuel to the fire, making an inviting gesture in the direction of a frozen man. Even the shifters began to stare at their leader with some suspicion. And Ian had no choice but to grit his teeth and head for the closest staircase to the stage.
Greg went out to meet him, holding out his hand for a handshake. Of course, he fully expected that Ian would squeeze it with all the hatred that was bubbling inside him, and simply could not resist hiding the pin on his palm. Mr. Winterbourne didn't even blink.
"Do you seriously think that you can get away with all the childish jokes after that?" - Snarled a shifter in his ear, pretending to be friendly to Greg. Gregory stretched his lips in a cold smirk.
" Childish or not, but they made all your groupies come running here today with you in tow. Like dogs for a stick." - Greg replied also in a whisper, patting Ian on the shoulder.
"So!" - Greg continued, turning again to the microphone. - "Since today's events are directly related to my future father-in-law, I would like to give him his due and let him personally reveal this terrible secret."
"Mr. Winterbourne," - he turned to Ian, who was carefully trying to hide the growing anger and not shift right here on the stage. - "Please tell us what you know about werewolves ?!"
Ian looked at Greg with hatred, and then at the microphone extended to him. But there was no choice. Hundreds of cameras were visible in the crowd, and many reporters were already broadcasting this event to their studios. Yet his career as a politician and financial magnate taught him a lot, so the man quickly stretched his lips in a kind of smile and took the microphone from Greg's hands.
"To be honest, I have no idea what kind of surprise my future son-in-law has prepared for us today. I try to support the initiatives of all my family members, but I also prefer to leave them the room for independent decisions. I believe that Mr. Wells will not disappoint our expectations." - Ian delivered, glancing at Greg. The guy only nodded in response, confirming that he did not expect less from the opponent.
" But you still have not answered my question?" - Gregory added as soon as Ian relaxed and lowered the microphone. A wave of anger immediately slipped across the face of the shifter, but he quickly pulled himself together and spoke again.
"Just a question was quite unexpected. What do I know about those mythical creatures? Probably nothing more than about unicorns or dragons." - He said a light tone, like a joke. The crowd immediately responded with a couple of chuckles.
"So you think it's a fiction?" - Greg continued to press him.
"I believe that if I personally have not seen it and can not touch it, then it makes no sense to assert whether it exists or not." - Ian dodged the answer again.
"How interesting! But in fact, I asked for a reason. I saw it recently and was really surprised!" - Greg turned to the screen behind him on which appeared the image of the office. - "This is your office, right?" - He asked the pale Ian.
"What an interesting picture! Maybe you also believe in unicorns, just don't want to admit? Come on! Don't be shy!"- Greg mocked in a friendly manner, pointing to a clearly old picture on the wall with the image of a werewolf. But Ian's eyes were now directed not at all at the image of the beast, but at the switched-on screen of his computer, on which the icon with the file copy indicator was shining. And it was definitely happening right now. Even the laughter of the crowd did not register in his mind. There was no doubt about why Greg is showing this video to him now. In his office right now, someone was stealing information directly from his computer. He barely restrained himself not to cling to Greg in the throats right here and now. Meanwhile, this sassy little boy grabbed Ian by the shoulders and dragged him to the edge of the stage.
"Okay, I shouldn't joke too much on your father-in-law! Who knows, it can bite me in the arse later on!" - Greg said, winking at Ian and hugging his stiff shoulders leading him to the armchairs, which were installed near one of the cells. He seated the guest so that Ian could be clearly seen from all sides and turned to the audience again.
" So, as you have already understood, one of the reasons for such an unusual topic of this presentation was the obsession of my dear Mr. Winterborn with mystical creatures." - Greg stated, throwing a glance at his opponent, who, in turn, diligently tried to give a sign to his subordinates in the crowd about what was actually happening, but those apparently absorbed by the events could not understand the reasons for the strange grimace of their boss.
Greg barely suppressed an attack of laughter seeing how Ian was trying so hard, fidgeting on his chair as if he had some specific problems in the lower department. But it was not the right time to enyoj this, so he turned back and continued in a more serious tone.
"The second reason for my choice of topic was the recent case, which many have already heard about. What happened to Miss Leib taught me a lot and made me think. We played with those things that can bring not only good but also harm in unworthy hands. Therefore, today I want to announce the transformation of our corporation. We made decisions to withdraw the company from the defense sector completely and now create products only for the needs of citizens. We conducted a strict audit of our contracts and established a firm policy regarding what will be done in the future and which projects will receive funding in the first place. And they will all be directed to a peaceful market, rescue services and improvement of the situation in those areas where it is required. Therefore, today's show is our transformation. The shift! Please welcome! Werewolves - which can be gorgeous in their turn!"
Greg's last words thundered over the field, and at the same moment, Paul and Michael opened the doors of the cells. Shifters one by one began to enter the scene. Rhythmic music sounded, and a bright light eluminated the whole stage, showing how the werewolves throw off their tackles, and proudly begin to straighten up to a Fashion show. Each dress made the crowd murmur and gasp. A round of applause echoed without stopping, shelters of cameras and flashes came from all sides. And only Ian Winterbourne looked like he ate something very rotten. But Greg gave him no chance to escape. One of the cameras was constantly directed at him, not giving the shifter even the slightest opportunity for any action.
The show went on for another half an hour, Greg did not get tired of rejoicing, continually casting quick glances over his shoulder at Ian, as the man begins to shake with anger. The vein on his temple swelled to such an extent that it seemed that it would burst any second, and his eyes began to glow, even though the shifter tried his hardest to surpass it.
"Well, then." - Greg took the floor when the show ended and the chief designer, the one who sold the dress for Lana to the Charity Ball, left the stage under a thunder of ovation. - "Now it's probably worth asking our unicorn lover. Mr. Winterbourne, how do you like our transformation?"
Ian could no longer tolerate this farce. How he wanted to break this boy's smug face now. Barely restraining himself, the old shifter jumped up and exhaled into the microphone only one word
"Terrific." - fled from the scene, as if his ass was on fire.
"Didn't he really like it?" - Greg asked mockingly at the audience - "And I even prepared a suit for him. Rainbow colored one..."
An explosion of laughter came into the wake of Ian, forcing him to speed up, literally racing through the whole field.
" Let's see who will be the last to laugh." - The old man snarled under his breath, noticing how dozens of his people joined him from all sides.
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Authors note:
Hello, my dear readers!
Sorry for not so frequent update last week.
I am finally well and healthy. And thanks to our sweet comment ready to write more! I'll try to pick up the pace this week and do one or even 2 chaps per day!
Thank you so much for your support!
I love you all, lots!
____________________________________
The crowd looked in bewilderment from the cells to Greg, awaiting further explanation. But he seemed in no hurry to reveal anything at all, intently peering into the face of Ian Winterbourne, as if waiting for his next step. Finally, one of the reporters in the first row could not stand it and shouted.
"Mr. Wells, can you tell us what this is all about? Cages, monsters? What are you implying?"
Greg grinned, turning his gaze to a brave man.
"Before I reveal the essence of today's show, I would like to introduce a person who honored our modest event with his presence. This is a great honor! And I want to admit that without his participation this idea would not even have arisen in my head. Please welcome Mr. Ian Winterbourne. All well-known financial genius, the owner of the Winter Corp. and of course the father of my future wife, Ruslana."
After completing his presentation, Greg began to clap first, but all the presents did not expect such a turn of events to the extent that they managed to join the applause only after a couple of moments of awkward pause. Ian's face was literally paralyzed, turning into a mask of ill-concealed anger. But he was not given a chance to ignore the words of Greg because that arrogant reporter who pushed him before began to whisper something to people nearby, constantly nodding in the direction of Mr. Winterbourne and soon the whole crowd was staring at him. Besides, the next moment, behind Greg, a screen came up with a frontal image of his closeup, exposing him completely.
"Please, Mr. Winterbourne, don't be shy. Come on stage. This is all thanks to you." - Greg added fuel to the fire, making an inviting gesture in the direction of a frozen man. Even the shifters began to stare at their leader with some suspicion. And Ian had no choice but to grit his teeth and head for the closest staircase to the stage.
Greg went out to meet him, holding out his hand for a handshake. Of course, he fully expected that Ian would squeeze it with all the hatred that was bubbling inside him, and simply could not resist hiding the pin on his palm. Mr. Winterbourne didn't even blink.
"Do you seriously think that you can get away with all the childish jokes after that?" - Snarled a shifter in his ear, pretending to be friendly to Greg. Gregory stretched his lips in a cold smirk.
" Childish or not, but they made all your groupies come running here today with you in tow. Like dogs for a stick." - Greg replied also in a whisper, patting Ian on the shoulder.
"So!" - Greg continued, turning again to the microphone. - "Since today's events are directly related to my future father-in-law, I would like to give him his due and let him personally reveal this terrible secret."
"Mr. Winterbourne," - he turned to Ian, who was carefully trying to hide the growing anger and not shift right here on the stage. - "Please tell us what you know about werewolves ?!"
Ian looked at Greg with hatred, and then at the microphone extended to him. But there was no choice. Hundreds of cameras were visible in the crowd, and many reporters were already broadcasting this event to their studios. Yet his career as a politician and financial magnate taught him a lot, so the man quickly stretched his lips in a kind of smile and took the microphone from Greg's hands.
"To be honest, I have no idea what kind of surprise my future son-in-law has prepared for us today. I try to support the initiatives of all my family members, but I also prefer to leave them the room for independent decisions. I believe that Mr. Wells will not disappoint our expectations." - Ian delivered, glancing at Greg. The guy only nodded in response, confirming that he did not expect less from the opponent.
" But you still have not answered my question?" - Gregory added as soon as Ian relaxed and lowered the microphone. A wave of anger immediately slipped across the face of the shifter, but he quickly pulled himself together and spoke again.
"Just a question was quite unexpected. What do I know about those mythical creatures? Probably nothing more than about unicorns or dragons." - He said a light tone, like a joke. The crowd immediately responded with a couple of chuckles.
"So you think it's a fiction?" - Greg continued to press him.
"I believe that if I personally have not seen it and can not touch it, then it makes no sense to assert whether it exists or not." - Ian dodged the answer again.
"How interesting! But in fact, I asked for a reason. I saw it recently and was really surprised!" - Greg turned to the screen behind him on which appeared the image of the office. - "This is your office, right?" - He asked the pale Ian.
"What an interesting picture! Maybe you also believe in unicorns, just don't want to admit? Come on! Don't be shy!"- Greg mocked in a friendly manner, pointing to a clearly old picture on the wall with the image of a werewolf. But Ian's eyes were now directed not at all at the image of the beast, but at the switched-on screen of his computer, on which the icon with the file copy indicator was shining. And it was definitely happening right now. Even the laughter of the crowd did not register in his mind. There was no doubt about why Greg is showing this video to him now. In his office right now, someone was stealing information directly from his computer. He barely restrained himself not to cling to Greg in the throats right here and now. Meanwhile, this sassy little boy grabbed Ian by the shoulders and dragged him to the edge of the stage.
"Okay, I shouldn't joke too much on your father-in-law! Who knows, it can bite me in the arse later on!" - Greg said, winking at Ian and hugging his stiff shoulders leading him to the armchairs, which were installed near one of the cells. He seated the guest so that Ian could be clearly seen from all sides and turned to the audience again.
" So, as you have already understood, one of the reasons for such an unusual topic of this presentation was the obsession of my dear Mr. Winterborn with mystical creatures." - Greg stated, throwing a glance at his opponent, who, in turn, diligently tried to give a sign to his subordinates in the crowd about what was actually happening, but those apparently absorbed by the events could not understand the reasons for the strange grimace of their boss.
Greg barely suppressed an attack of laughter seeing how Ian was trying so hard, fidgeting on his chair as if he had some specific problems in the lower department. But it was not the right time to enyoj this, so he turned back and continued in a more serious tone.
"The second reason for my choice of topic was the recent case, which many have already heard about. What happened to Miss Leib taught me a lot and made me think. We played with those things that can bring not only good but also harm in unworthy hands. Therefore, today I want to announce the transformation of our corporation. We made decisions to withdraw the company from the defense sector completely and now create products only for the needs of citizens. We conducted a strict audit of our contracts and established a firm policy regarding what will be done in the future and which projects will receive funding in the first place. And they will all be directed to a peaceful market, rescue services and improvement of the situation in those areas where it is required. Therefore, today's show is our transformation. The shift! Please welcome! Werewolves - which can be gorgeous in their turn!"
Greg's last words thundered over the field, and at the same moment, Paul and Michael opened the doors of the cells. Shifters one by one began to enter the scene. Rhythmic music sounded, and a bright light eluminated the whole stage, showing how the werewolves throw off their tackles, and proudly begin to straighten up to a Fashion show. Each dress made the crowd murmur and gasp. A round of applause echoed without stopping, shelters of cameras and flashes came from all sides. And only Ian Winterbourne looked like he ate something very rotten. But Greg gave him no chance to escape. One of the cameras was constantly directed at him, not giving the shifter even the slightest opportunity for any action.
The show went on for another half an hour, Greg did not get tired of rejoicing, continually casting quick glances over his shoulder at Ian, as the man begins to shake with anger. The vein on his temple swelled to such an extent that it seemed that it would burst any second, and his eyes began to glow, even though the shifter tried his hardest to surpass it.
"Well, then." - Greg took the floor when the show ended and the chief designer, the one who sold the dress for Lana to the Charity Ball, left the stage under a thunder of ovation. - "Now it's probably worth asking our unicorn lover. Mr. Winterbourne, how do you like our transformation?"
Ian could no longer tolerate this farce. How he wanted to break this boy's smug face now. Barely restraining himself, the old shifter jumped up and exhaled into the microphone only one word
"Terrific." - fled from the scene, as if his ass was on fire.
"Didn't he really like it?" - Greg asked mockingly at the audience - "And I even prepared a suit for him. Rainbow colored one..."
An explosion of laughter came into the wake of Ian, forcing him to speed up, literally racing through the whole field.
" Let's see who will be the last to laugh." - The old man snarled under his breath, noticing how dozens of his people joined him from all sides.
Authors note:Hello, my dear readers!Sorry for not so frequent update last week. I am finally well and healthy. And thanks to our sweet comment ready to write more! I'll try to pick up the pace this week and do one or even 2 chaps per day! Thank you so much for your support! I love you all, lots!____________________________________The crowd looked in bewilderment from the cells to Greg, awaiting further explanation. But he seemed in no hurry to reveal anything at all, intently peering into the face of Ian Winterbourne, as if waiting for his next step. Finally, one of the reporters in the first row could not stand it and shouted."Mr. Wells, can you tell us what this is all about? Cages, monsters? What are you implying?"Greg grinned, turning his gaze to a brave man."Before I reveal the essence of today's show, I would like to introduce a person who honored our modest event with his presence. This is a great honor! And I want to admit that without his participation this idea would not even have arisen in my head. Please welcome Mr. Ian Winterbourne. All well-known financial genius, the owner of the Winter Corp. and of course the father of my future wife, Ruslana."After completing his presentation, Greg began to clap first, but all the presents did not expect such a turn of events to the extent that they managed to join the applause only after a couple of moments of awkward pause. Ian's face was literally paralyzed, turning into a mask of ill-concealed anger. But he was not given a chance to ignore the words of Greg because that arrogant reporter who pushed him before began to whisper something to people nearby, constantly nodding in the direction of Mr. Winterbourne and soon the whole crowd was staring at him. Besides, the next moment, behind Greg, a screen came up with a frontal image of his closeup, exposing him completely."Please, Mr. Winterbourne, don't be shy. Come on stage. This is all thanks to you." - Greg added fuel to the fire, making an inviting gesture in the direction of a frozen man. Even the shifters began to stare at their leader with some suspicion. And Ian had no choice but to grit his teeth and head for the closest staircase to the stage.Greg went out to meet him, holding out his hand for a handshake. Of course, he fully expected that Ian would squeeze it with all the hatred that was bubbling inside him, and simply could not resist hiding the pin on his palm. Mr. Winterbourne didn't even blink."Do you seriously think that you can get away with all the childish jokes after that?" - Snarled a shifter in his ear, pretending to be friendly to Greg. Gregory stretched his lips in a cold smirk. " Childish or not, but they made all your groupies come running here today with you in tow. Like dogs for a stick." - Greg replied also in a whisper, patting Ian on the shoulder. "So!" - Greg continued, turning again to the microphone. - "Since today's events are directly related to my future father-in-law, I would like to give him his due and let him personally reveal this terrible secret." "Mr. Winterbourne," - he turned to Ian, who was carefully trying to hide the growing anger and not shift right here on the stage. - "Please tell us what you know about werewolves ?!"Ian looked at Greg with hatred, and then at the microphone extended to him. But there was no choice. Hundreds of cameras were visible in the crowd, and many reporters were already broadcasting this event to their studios. Yet his career as a politician and financial magnate taught him a lot, so the man quickly stretched his lips in a kind of smile and took the microphone from Greg's hands."To be honest, I have no idea what kind of surprise my future son-in-law has prepared for us today. I try to support the initiatives of all my family members, but I also prefer to leave them the room for independent decisions. I believe that Mr. Wells will not disappoint our expectations." - Ian delivered, glancing at Greg. The guy only nodded in response, confirming that he did not expect less from the opponent. " But you still have not answered my question?" - Gregory added as soon as Ian relaxed and lowered the microphone. A wave of anger immediately slipped across the face of the shifter, but he quickly pulled himself together and spoke again."Just a question was quite unexpected. What do I know about those mythical creatures? Probably nothing more than about unicorns or dragons." - He said a light tone, like a joke. The crowd immediately responded with a couple of chuckles. "So you think it's a fiction?" - Greg continued to press him. "I believe that if I personally have not seen it and can not touch it, then it makes no sense to assert whether it exists or not." - Ian dodged the answer again. "How interesting! But in fact, I asked for a reason. I saw it recently and was really surprised!" - Greg turned to the screen behind him on which appeared the image of the office. - "This is your office, right?" - He asked the pale Ian. "What an interesting picture! Maybe you also believe in unicorns, just don't want to admit? Come on! Don't be shy!"- Greg mocked in a friendly manner, pointing to a clearly old picture on the wall with the image of a werewolf. But Ian's eyes were now directed not at all at the image of the beast, but at the switched-on screen of his computer, on which the icon with the file copy indicator was shining. And it was definitely happening right now. Even the laughter of the crowd did not register in his mind. There was no doubt about why Greg is showing this video to him now. In his office right now, someone was stealing information directly from his computer. He barely restrained himself not to cling to Greg in the throats right here and now. Meanwhile, this sassy little boy grabbed Ian by the shoulders and dragged him to the edge of the stage."Okay, I shouldn't joke too much on your father-in-law! Who knows, it can bite me in the arse later on!" - Greg said, winking at Ian and hugging his stiff shoulders leading him to the armchairs, which were installed near one of the cells. He seated the guest so that Ian could be clearly seen from all sides and turned to the audience again." So, as you have already understood, one of the reasons for such an unusual topic of this presentation was the obsession of my dear Mr. Winterborn with mystical creatures." - Greg stated, throwing a glance at his opponent, who, in turn, diligently tried to give a sign to his subordinates in the crowd about what was actually happening, but those apparently absorbed by the events could not understand the reasons for the strange grimace of their boss. Greg barely suppressed an attack of laughter seeing how Ian was trying so hard, fidgeting on his chair as if he had some specific problems in the lower department. But it was not the right time to enyoj this, so he turned back and continued in a more serious tone."The second reason for my choice of topic was the recent case, which many have already heard about. What happened to Miss Leib taught me a lot and made me think. We played with those things that can bring not only good but also harm in unworthy hands. Therefore, today I want to announce the transformation of our corporation. We made decisions to withdraw the company from the defense sector completely and now create products only for the needs of citizens. We conducted a strict audit of our contracts and established a firm policy regarding what will be done in the future and which projects will receive funding in the first place. And they will all be directed to a peaceful market, rescue services and improvement of the situation in those areas where it is required. Therefore, today's show is our transformation. The shift! Please welcome! Werewolves - which can be gorgeous in their turn!"Greg's last words thundered over the field, and at the same moment, Paul and Michael opened the doors of the cells. Shifters one by one began to enter the scene. Rhythmic music sounded, and a bright light eluminated the whole stage, showing how the werewolves throw off their tackles, and proudly begin to straighten up to a Fashion show. Each dress made the crowd murmur and gasp. A round of applause echoed without stopping, shelters of cameras and flashes came from all sides. And only Ian Winterbourne looked like he ate something very rotten. But Greg gave him no chance to escape. One of the cameras was constantly directed at him, not giving the shifter even the slightest opportunity for any action. The show went on for another half an hour, Greg did not get tired of rejoicing, continually casting quick glances over his shoulder at Ian, as the man begins to shake with anger. The vein on his temple swelled to such an extent that it seemed that it would burst any second, and his eyes began to glow, even though the shifter tried his hardest to surpass it."Well, then." - Greg took the floor when the show ended and the chief designer, the one who sold the dress for Lana to the Charity Ball, left the stage under a thunder of ovation. - "Now it's probably worth asking our unicorn lover. Mr. Winterbourne, how do you like our transformation?"Ian could no longer tolerate this farce. How he wanted to break this boy's smug face now. Barely restraining himself, the old shifter jumped up and exhaled into the microphone only one word"Terrific." - fled from the scene, as if his ass was on fire. "Didn't he really like it?" - Greg asked mockingly at the audience - "And I even prepared a suit for him. Rainbow colored one..."An explosion of laughter came into the wake of Ian, forcing him to speed up, literally racing through the whole field. " Let's see who will be the last to laugh." - The old man snarled under his breath, noticing how dozens of his people joined him from all sides.
