Michael sat slumped in the chair, staring at the ceiling rather than the computer screen. He had been doing the math a little in his head. Even if he maintained or even if he continued to increase at the current rate it wouldn't satisfy. Not the Prince, not the more extravagant Kindred, not his Ventrue Blood that wanted the power it would give. Loopholes in international law and talent wasn't going to net enough profit. Michael took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes before putting them back on and sighing. The Beast rumbled and purred in his chest and as much as he wanted to deny that part of himself, if he did so it would likely end very badly. Michael stretched and groaned.
Right and wrong were what you made them. What was understandably illegal for someone, was for another a necessity for potential survival.
He looked back at the computer. Fear of punishment wasn't the issue really though. Either option had that. Michael always told himself that it was you who made things wrong or right, not the government, not the law, not God.
He hit the key to send the encrypted reply.
The Beast purred and Michael kicked the wall behind the desk and tried to mentally justify his actions more.