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Doom sits at his dining room table, awaiting the arrival of his heir, Kristoff Vernard. He enjoys a small goblet of red wine as he reviews the invitations to several dinners and ceremonies to honor is "generous donations" to various charities around the world. His enemies had seen fit to donate the largess of his funding to all and sundry when they brought his latest plan to ruin, but he had not known the depths to which they'd sink, heaping insult upon injury.
Their plan, however, had worked far too well.
In addition to having no evidence of Doom's acts against Wakanda to provide to the United Nations, the donations had cast him in a benevolent light. While he could not repay his enemies directly for their acts against him, he could capitalize on his new reputation to renew his infrastructure and make Latveria into the country that Wakanda had once been, spitting in T'Challa's face yet again. However, this was not a development Doom himself could make the most of.
"Enter, Kristoff. We have much to discuss." Doom says, bidding the younger man to enter and seat himself.
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