Snippet #2711546

"A loyal soldier asks a lot of questions. Especially considering you have been trained to simply pull a trigger." David smirked and rose from his seat only to turn his back upon his newfound prospect and the soldier who stood attentive within the confines of the power armor.

"When you ask me what It means to be the head of a Triple A corporation I tend to think more to what I control here upon this station, the planet bellow, the sector in which he sit in, and Hell even the galaxy we are in." The opulent fellow began to chuckle as he turned to glance back at the both of them. "Soldier your dismissed." David ordered to the power armored unit which quickly dismissed itself. "Ms. MacFadden If I can be frank I make entire nations piss themselves due to the sheer wealth and power that I wield. Say that my words are only big talk but I'd suggest you rethink your questions a bit more. My wealth far exceeds what most would consider healthy."