[color=496281][sup][h1] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/d5kIHn7.gif[/img][/center] [b][center][color=496281]𝗃 𝗎 𝗉 𝗂 𝗍 𝖾 𝗋[/color][/center][/b] [/h1][/sup][/color][indent][sub][COLOR=496281][b]𝓟𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓽 8:00 PM[/b][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][COLOR=496281][b]MOOD: ᴩɪssᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ.[/b][/color][/right][/sup][/indent][hr] [indent][indent][color=gray][color=#496281][b]“Yes, I saw it.”[/b][/color] His fingers shook with rage as he secured his necktie around his neck, and it felt awfully like a proverbial noose cinching around him. Behind him, his assistant quivered, unsure of what has his temper flaring but knowing it has been lit. Jupiter doesn’t know why his assistant is so nervous, Jupiter has never been the type to take his anger out on his workers beyond clipped tones and some grunt work here and there. [color=#496281][b]“Holding the charity event was a last-minute decision on my part – all the information is provided in the pamphlet I gave you, just iron out the details. And catering. If you choose the same catering as the last fundraiser, you’re fired.”[/b][/color] Jupiter will kill whoever set him up like this. Whoever put his name down for this mysterious event is probably another god and it gives him a lot more passion in finding out how Hephaestus’ body. Once he finds out how to kill a god, he’ll kill the perpetrator himself for trying to sully his good name. To keep up with appearances, though, Jupiter has to act as if this was his plan all along. Even with his employees. In the end, it works out, the charity this mysterious “benefactor” picked out was environmentalist in nature and it would be a chance to improve his image among that community. Hopefully, the masses don’t see the pandering for what it is. [color=#496281][b]“I have an important dinner meeting tonight.”[/b][/color] Jupiter turned from the mirror finally, adjusting his cuffs as he looks his assistant dead in the eye, [color=#496281][b]“I expect no interruptions.”[/b][/color] [color=white][b]“Dinner meeting?”[/b][/color] The assistant asked hesitantly, flipping through the papers in his arms, [color=white][b]“I didn’t have you down for a dinner meeting.”[/b][/color] Jupiter sighed and looked at the faint reflection of his face in his shined shoes, [color=#496281][b]“Did I stutter?”[/b][/color] Jupiter didn’t have to explain anything to his assistant, even if his assistant was looking at him suspiciously. Without saying anything else, Jupiter left his office with his assistant profusely apologizing to his back. For the first time in a while, Jupiter felt dread rise up from his stomach as the elevator plummeted down towards the entrance. His rendezvous with Peter – no, Poseidon – has always been a source of grounding for him. A way to bring him back to the present when he got caught up with his big ideas and the stress of his work, of bringing Rome back. Now, Jupiter has to end it. A Greek has no place in his world, in the world he is shaping, whether his Roman brethren see it the same way as him or not doesn’t matter. The other pantheons cannot rise again and muddy the new tides of Rome and a Greek will never betray another Greek. When he got to the restraint that he designated for the dinner meeting, it was around 8 PM at night already. A late dinner, as Jupiter had other things to attend to – like getting a surprise charity event put together. Out of habit, Jupiter had chosen a seafood restaurant as he knew Peter - Poseidon - liked seafood. Guess he knows why, now. The hostess sat him at a table near the back, somewhere with privacy, and began perusing the menu for something light to eat. A heavy dinner will just make him want to puke from the anger coursing through him right now, from Poseidon to whoever this fundraiser patron is. Everyone wants to make a fool of Jupiter, it seems. [/color][/indent][/indent]