The crystal chandeliers glittered far more than the golden ones he had pictured in his head, all composing an immaculate setting for this night. Flashes of light caught the corner of his eye, another spread for the society pages he assumed. Titans of their industries scattered about with people from Stark Tech, Worthington Labs, Apple, Nova Tech, Oscorp, there was no limit to the range of people that had turned out for the event. Millions had already been raised for the victims of Cairo and every penny would benefit the mourning mothers and screaming orphans. Truly, part of history had been rewritten when the city was taken down by the ruthless beast. "Your drink, Mr. Essex." The scotch was slid to him on the smooth marble surface of the bar. Picking up the chilled glass, he lazily took a sip, dark eyes surveying the hundreds on the upper bar levels of the opera house.
Warren wasn't particularly a hard person to miss. Typically accompanied with flashing lights and wide eyed models vying for his attention, one would say Warren had the look of a classic billionaire bachelor. Handsome face, particularly well maintained physique, and clothes fitted for a prince, yet his aura was not of some pampered brat. There was so much more to the man that had drawn in Nathaniel's attention. Stark was older, seasoned, and already been through a hell of his own. Norman? Well the man was nicely on his way without any nudging from Essex. And Ryder? He'd already been taken care of. Warren was fresh, younger, with less life experience and easier to motivate in one direction or the other, and with so much influence possible. Just how useful could Worthington be in his little chess game? One way to find out.
It was with quiet approach that Essex dismissed a pair of annoying photographers that bombarded the man with flashing lights and camera lenses. "You keep such a busy schedule, I am a bit shocked to see that you managed to make it to this event for the victims of Cairo. Your generosity is greatly appreciated, but your time, now that is truly noticed. I don't believe we've met yet, other than the fleeting words and pictures that remained splashed across page six."[/color] Essex extended his hand to the boy,a genuine smile on his face. "Nathaniel Essex, Essex Corp. I've worked with your father in the past though I've a gut feeling you're a different man with a different vision."