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The time for talking was over. Xavier tried that, it got him nothing; worse then nothing. His school was ruined, the children were in danger, and he was beginning to question his entire code of ethics. Just thinking about this meeting would compromise his morals, but Xavier reasoned it was time to take a different approach. He knew in Washington money talked and he was here at Shaw Industries to learn the rhetoric. He tried to offer Sebastian’s personal assistant a smile as she brought the two men coffee, but he was having a difficult time stomaching it.
“Cut the crap, Xavier,” Shaw broke the silence when the girl exited the office. “I know why you’re here,” he said in a meandering tone as he stood away from his desk, turning his back to Charles. He went and stood by the window, pondering the view from the 110th floor of the Shaw Building. “Word travels fast and even faster when you aren’t suppose to know about something. I’m sympathetic towards your plight. I’d just as soon give you the money…” he paused and glanced over his shoulder at the older man, “Chump change…But that’s bad business. If I scratch your back, you scratch mine. I want X-Corp stock options, a seat on the board,” thick fingers rubbed his chin in thought, “Immunity from your X-men and one more thing.” He leaned on the glass desk, perched up on the tips of fingers, almost leering at Xavier, “Emma Frost.” Sebastian cleared his throat, straightened himself up and adjusted his tie, “These are my demands and for that whatever money you want,” he flicked his hand through the air, “To fix your school, buy your way into Washington, whatever you want, just make the White Queen come back to us. She doesn’t belong with you anyways. Well, Charles? What do you say?”
Xavier cleared his throat, Shaw was certainly asking for a lot, but Charles was at the end of his rope and desperate. “Done,” he said with grave finality. Sebastian’s lips curled into a smile as he seated himself in front of Xavier once more, “That wasn’t so hard,” he said as he pulled a check book from the desk drawer. Lifting his Mont Blanc pen to the stiff page he began to fill it the information. He looked up at Xavier, “Fifteen million…” he said scrawling it onto the line, “A nice even number…” Then with a couple of quick motions, he placed his signature on the check, before handing it to Charles. “Don’t forget now, Xavier.”
“Cut the crap, Xavier,” Shaw broke the silence when the girl exited the office. “I know why you’re here,” he said in a meandering tone as he stood away from his desk, turning his back to Charles. He went and stood by the window, pondering the view from the 110th floor of the Shaw Building. “Word travels fast and even faster when you aren’t suppose to know about something. I’m sympathetic towards your plight. I’d just as soon give you the money…” he paused and glanced over his shoulder at the older man, “Chump change…But that’s bad business. If I scratch your back, you scratch mine. I want X-Corp stock options, a seat on the board,” thick fingers rubbed his chin in thought, “Immunity from your X-men and one more thing.” He leaned on the glass desk, perched up on the tips of fingers, almost leering at Xavier, “Emma Frost.” Sebastian cleared his throat, straightened himself up and adjusted his tie, “These are my demands and for that whatever money you want,” he flicked his hand through the air, “To fix your school, buy your way into Washington, whatever you want, just make the White Queen come back to us. She doesn’t belong with you anyways. Well, Charles? What do you say?”
Xavier cleared his throat, Shaw was certainly asking for a lot, but Charles was at the end of his rope and desperate. “Done,” he said with grave finality. Sebastian’s lips curled into a smile as he seated himself in front of Xavier once more, “That wasn’t so hard,” he said as he pulled a check book from the desk drawer. Lifting his Mont Blanc pen to the stiff page he began to fill it the information. He looked up at Xavier, “Fifteen million…” he said scrawling it onto the line, “A nice even number…” Then with a couple of quick motions, he placed his signature on the check, before handing it to Charles. “Don’t forget now, Xavier.”