[b]37th Floor, Yamada Building, Kyoto, Japan[/b]

Adam stared out the black tinted windows and down below the streets that flooded with humans going about their daily business, none-the-wiser about their impeding fate. Adam smirked gleefully as he tossed a baseball between his hands and returned his focus to the board meeting that was taking place at the conference table behind him, which was populated by Asian men in their late fifties all wearing business suits. – Putting Adam’s shirt and jeans combo out of place.

Adam waltzed over to the table and sat in his executive chair and resting his feet on the table top, still passing the ball to himself – much to the annoyance of the members of the board.

“My apologies, please continue.”  Adam said, naïve of any wrong doing. The chairman then stood up, report in hand, clearing his throat to press on from where he had left off.

“Y-yes… now, as we know, thanks to much of Mr. O’Neal’s efforts, we are now the major supplier of every state hospital around the world, helping to save lives and money for the less fortunate, while at the same time increasing our profits by 62% this year alone.”

There was a mandatory clapping session directed towards Adam, who before he could give some kind of ‘I couldn’t do it alone’ speech, which would have been a lie, the office room phone rang and was put on loudspeaker.

“Mr. O’Neal, your ten o’clock his here.”  A female voice announced, her voice sterile and devoid of emotion.
“Please, send him up.” Adam called as he looked at the chairman with what passed for apologising eyes.

They all knew what it mean and without question they collected their papers and left the room. One or two muttering some homophobic phrase under their breath which Adam could hear perfectly as if it had been spoken directly to him. But he simply smiled, mostly because normally on a Friday there would be some truth to the remark, but not today, he was far too busy with other matters.  
   
Pushing past the men was a much younger man – perhaps nineteen or so. The type that would run a small bakery r something on a city street. However this human was far more than he seemed. Adam placed his left hand on his face, wishing that Jamie could conceal his excitement just by a tiny bit. But before he could look back up, Jamie had tackled Adam with an overzealous hug which almost knocked him out of his seat. Adam just sighed.

“I got it.” Jamie whispered into Adam’s right ear, leaving his neck purposely exposed.

Oh god, how much he wanted to sink his protruding fangs into that perfect neck. The desire became so intense that Adam’s eyes glazed over. He was defiantly just using Jamie, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t have a bit of fun with him. 

But he stopped.

Adam’s eyes returned to normal and place his hand on Jamie’s chest, pushing him away to talking distance. Jamie gave a disappointed expression. – Had he gone too far?  But Adam reassured him with a smile.

“So you got it?” Adam asked. Jamie’s eyes widened with shock, he had completely forgotten the reason he was here in the first place and rushed to the end of the table, taking out his tablet. Pressing a few keys and swiping across the screen – causing a 3d projection of the globe to display in the centre of the table. The diagram showed various coloured lines that dashed across the ocean and into ports all across the world.

“So these are Purge’s main shipping lines, correct?”  

“Yes, I have even sent you with the specifications of the style containers they use.”

“It looks as if my plans are finally coming together, within forty-eight hours the building of my utopia will begin.”
Adam stood up and grabbed Jamie from behind in a loving embrace.

“I want you to stay with me for the next few days, I can’t imagine what would happen if you are caught in the chaos. And for your hard work, it looks like you’ll be on top tonight.”