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>Sometime in the future...
>Vince is sitting in a hotel room, staring blankly at a wall.
>He's still not used to living in a hotel like this. Even with his previous position having him do so quite often, it was unusual.
>To him, home wasn't the house he bought to build his family with.
>It was a room of business, paperwork and power.
>A table full of memorabilia.
>Achievements and trophies and certificates stacked to the wall.
>Random awards he couldn't even remember what he had connived his way into receiving.
>Pictures of himself and others he claimed to care about.
>A plaque with his name on his desk that let others know who casually sat before them.
>A casual emperor, a lazy, aging dragon, resting with his horde of treasure.
>Home was the old office.
>Not his house.
>Not a hotel.
>Not a summer condo.
>THE office.
>HIS office.
>But now the dragon resides in a foreign cave, banished from his domain. The new office he found, it wasn't the same. At least he could retreat to a hotel room to find some semblance of familiarity.
>...but there was still that nagging, subtly overwhelming feeling nagging at him. That things shouldn't be like this.
>All his life. All his "hard work". All his glory.
>Reduced to nothing.
>The TV rambled on in the background, the only sound cutting the silence against his thoughts.
>It was saying the same thing he learned earlier.
>"Hulk Hogan, dead."
