Chapter 1293 People In Positions Of Power… Flattering Each Other’s Position And Power

Antony dodged the question with an implicative one of his own. “Tell me, Brooks. Do you remember how old you were when you first broke into the ranks of the perfect class?” Recollection bubbled beneath Paxton’s eyes. They twinkled and glinted like embers, reflecting the light from his bygone, fiery youth. “It’s been thirty years since I attained the perfect class, man. I was thirty-five,” he sighed. He finished his sentence with a small smile—just curved enough to hint at his satisfaction. Attaining the perfect class at such a young age was nothing to be sneered at and he knew it. “Thirty-f**king-five! Man, you’re here showing the world what being gifted really means, don’t you? How many experts out there brokered all their might and effort without ever gaining purchase into that level? But you—well, you did it in your thirties,” Antony exclaimed. He had always been one of the ordinary, untrained, non-special majority, and with it came the same doe-eyed adulation to people who achie