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Cassius straitened his tie in the mirror, he was already late, but that was the point. He didn't dress up much, despite the closet-full of suits that his father had gotten for him over the years. The brunette decided on a blue suit, fitted, with a white dress shirt and white and blue polka-dotted tie to finish it off. There is no way that the club members would vote for him, he hadn't even shown his face to meetings once. Though his father had a way of twisting situations in his favor, so Cas was preparing for the worst to happen. Most didn't even know he was the son of the great William Settlebach, considering they didn't share a last name. They had the same eyes and nose, but hard to compare them when the boy tried to not be seen associating with the wealthy chair holder.
The well-dressed man strolled into the auditorium, hands stuffed into the pockets of his tailored pants. Some people from the chair board were there, and the club members, everyone dressed up for the occasion. He took a seat near the back, attempting to be there un-noticed. A few others spoke in the front, talking about how far the club had come and how they were honored to be joined by people on the board. Typical bullshit.
The well-dressed man strolled into the auditorium, hands stuffed into the pockets of his tailored pants. Some people from the chair board were there, and the club members, everyone dressed up for the occasion. He took a seat near the back, attempting to be there un-noticed. A few others spoke in the front, talking about how far the club had come and how they were honored to be joined by people on the board. Typical bullshit.