Daddy's Spoiled Prince(private w/ dontyouloveyourmommy)

[marxthebaby]

Logan Abernathy was on the move again, leaving the office after a busy day at work. He hadn't had any real "cases" in a while; he was just a paper-pusher these days, and it was boring work. The man had a haggard look to him; his eyes were tired, his hair tied back in a messy ponytail, and his suit was rumpled. He'd forgotten to shave the day before, and the stubble on his cheeks and chin lent itself to his worn-out appearance; he wanted to get home and groom himself, make sure everything was neat. Before the man could truly leave, however, the door to the law firm swung open with a loud bang,

"Mr. Abernathy, sir, you forgot this!" Compared to him, the subordinate was weak-looking, small and weedy, with no muscle at all. He simply took the proffered suitcase from the shaking man with a curt nod, and walked away, one hand crammed deep into his pocket after he took a moment to loosen his tie. 

The dark-haired lawyer didn't even bother to thank his subordinate, simply carrying the suitcase slung over his shoulder with one hand on the handle, cigarette smoking between his lips. When he was sure the kid had retreated, he smirked; the little bastard was just a baby compared to him, so small and pitiful. In this world, he was on the top of the food-chain, the boss of the firm who'd crush everyone underneath his leather, wing-tipped shoes and leave his weak competition begging for mercy, choking in the dirt. A cruel smirk made its way onto his face as he stomped away from the law office, contemplating exactly how easily he could handle his next case.

Sometimes, all it took was a little flattery, a little under-the-table bribery, and the clients fell to their knees in front of him and kissed the ground he walked on. It was almost sad, how easily he could twist these people around his finger without even expending any effort; part of him felt just a touch bad, but he soon quashed that sentimental nonsense. He had no time to pity anyone, not when he was in pursuit of prestige and nothing else. Besides, they were weak and he was strong; that was simply how life went. Those who were too sentimental usually also wound up being people he scorned; why waste time feeling bad about something when it doesn't involve or impact you in any way? As long as something didn't impact him, Logan was content to ignore it; he felt was above others' trivial affairs. 

Over the years, many people had tried coercing him into marriage, asking him out on dates, or convincing him to have children, but what purpose would that serve? It would only hold him back, to be attached to someone else; such sentimental things were just signs of weakness. He knew people who'd had babies-god forbid-and the shitting, pissing creatures often deprived them of their jobs until they were able to sustain themselves. To him, infants  and those who behaved like them were the most disgusting examples of humanity rather than the most innocent; they were the weakest of them all, so helpless it made his stomach churn.

Helplessness was something he despised in any person, no matter how young; it was better to grow up hardened by experience than to be trampled underfoot later in life by someone stronger and more self-sufficient. That was simply how life was; either you made yourself strong, or you were at the bottom of the food-chain. He didn't make the rules, he simply circumnavigated them to his own convenience, and now he was on top, a predator with enough strength and cunning to topple any obstacle. Over the years, he'd made quite a few enemies among those who saw him as unnecessarily cruel rather than efficient, but he'd long since stopped bothering to keep track of them all. They were a tiny minority in a sea of people who looked up to him and accepted their rightful places beneath him; a dirty speck in a clean ocean. Not worth his time in the slightest.

Logan Abernathy simply kept walking, making his way towards the parking lot as he removed the cigarette from his freshly-parted lips, blowing smoke into the air. He looked bored, his expression set in a disinterested sort of frown as he strode forth with a lazy sort of confidence, his voice a tired drawl, 

"What do you want? Can't you see that I'm busy?"

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