Chapter 208: Romans 6
"This is an outrage!" Xavier's voice rang out. "A complete outrage, I tell ya!"
Inside, he hurled one of his expensive chairs across the space. It crashed against a wall. It was quite the melodramatic scene, one bordering on sympathetic amusement.
Xavier leaned over his living room table, frantically scribbling with one hand while his other raked through his slicked-back hair, revealing the sweat glistening against his skin.
"My stock went down by another ten percent!" he screamed, drumming a fist against some papers strewn across the table. He was speaking to one of his servants. "Get in contact with my secretary! I need him to make trades—now!"
It was quite easy to figure out what had transpired. News of John Belfort—Arthur's name being bandied about like fresh gossip—had caused an uproar in the financial world.
Because of that, it had begun to drag Xavier's empire along for the ride. The fallout had created a media upheaval, and it appeared that the public had been far less forgiving when it came to the association with Arthur's demise.
"Darn it all, that stupid John!" Xavier bellowed as he swept more papers onto the floor in frustration, sending his own documents spiraling into disarray across his plush carpet.
As his servant scurried out, a figure appeared on the staircase—a blonde in a revealing nightgown. She had the look of irritation on her face. The woman rather easily fit the stereotype of a bimbo.
"Can you quit making a racket and come to bed?" she snapped, visibly exasperated.
"I can't sleep!" Xavier barked. "John ruined my company!"
"Listen," his wife chided, arms crossed defiantly, "you deal with corrupt politicians all the time. Why is John any different?"