Numenius Pax
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- May 2, 2018
- Messages
- 147
- Reaction score
- 116
Charity.
It was something he had always known the value of, something he had been seen supporting since he was a pre-teen but old enough to know that others did not have his advantages and he was supposed to feel bad for them because of that. It had been rather bothersome to begin with but the more charity work he had done, the more he saw that people were rather interested in speaking to him more seriously after he had organised something for charity.
Whether or not it showed them something they didn't expect or not didn't matter - all that mattered was that the look in the eyes of the people he helped. It was the look that told him that they would be singing his praises to anyone who listened and that was exactly what he wanted.
Right now?
He had just finished donating as much plasma as he was physically capable of giving without adverse health effects, at a plasma donation rally that he had helped organise and publicise. Adjusting the little pin he had been given for donating as much as he possibly could, he smiled a little bit at a group of photographers, who snapped a couple of shots of him smiling at them as he seemingly finished attaching his pin.
He'd been waiting for them to notice him with the pin so that he could time it perfectly and it showed as they seemed rather pleased with the shots they'd taken.
Charity? Done.
Be seen doing charity? Done.
All that he needed for a better 'day at the office' was to do some networking now!