New York City, Midtown Manhattan business district, present day
The largest room on the highest floor of the skyscraper was near silent except for the distinctive 'click clanks' of the secretary's high heeled Saint Laurent pumps touching the tiled floor with every step she took. In her hands she clenched a stack of papers, thick framed glasses were over her eyes and she adjusted them as she approached her boss, the owner of the building and the company it belonged to. The distinctive logo was painted on the outside of the skyscraper, in a sector between the uppermost room and the rows of windows below it. Adrian Veidt had his back turned towards her as he gazed out the window, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling city of New York. He stood with his hands folded in front, the secretary only giving a look towards the back of his head, his blonde hair was neatly parted to the side.
"Mr. Veidt, I have the forms you wanted to see, the actors the studio feels would be a good choice to play you." She stated, her lipsticked lips moving as she put the papers on the center of his neatly kept desk.
Adrian turned his head towards her as she did so, his blue eyes trailing towards the papers. Then he shifted his entire frame. Clad in a fine gray designer suit, a violet tie accentuated the expensive outfit. The color purple was one of his favorites, it highlighted his outfit back when he took to the streets to fight crime. He was past that, the world was active with caped crusaders and masked scoundrels, that wasn't his life anymore. He was deadset on changing the world, heroes and villains brawling in ridiculous outfits did little to make the Earth a better place.
"Excellent, thank you Angela." He said with a smile as she left the room, the sound of her footsteps lessening in volume as she walked away from him then through an open set of doors.
Adrian walked behind his desk, then glanced at the papers. He gave them no more than a passing look, reading a few popular names, many of which were Hollywood elite he had met personally. Others were lesser known, but potential candidates. He'd pick the actors he felt would be best then the head of the studio would ultimately make the decision. The former masked hero didn't particularly care that his 'heroic backstory' was getting a big budget Hollywood adaption, it was another endeavor by his Veidt Industries.
As his fingers shifted through the sheets, he paused in motion at the sound of dozens of sirens going off, preceded by some sort of explosion. Adrian glanced out the window once more, his eyes traveling towards the United Nation's headquarters in the distance. He flicked on the plasma screen television in his office, then heard the reporter speak of the attack on the UN. Another disruption to the world's order. Masked villains causing more panic and pain, heroes on the way to stop them. He remembered those days. Then he strolled out the doors of his office, towards the elevator.