What Goes Around Comes Around

Darius Wilder

A ten-year-old boy ran down the stairs of the Wilder mansion; Catherine turned around, "No running on the stairs."

"Sorry," the boy looks at Catherine as he puts on his sneakers, "mom, I'm just excited to help dad out with Wilder's Construction in Compton."

"And to see Nana B?" Geoffrey asked.

The boy became visibly upset; frown lines started forming on his forehead, "Do I have to? Mrs. Davis is mean. I know what you did, mom, and I've forgiven you, but she…"

"Darius," Catherine sighs, "I did kill her son; she has every reason to hate me."

"I know, but can't she be courteous." Darius looks up, "She badmouths you, mom."

Geoffrey put his hand on Darius's shoulder, "She's your grandmother; you have to see her."

Darius hugs Catherine, "Please, mom; I don't like her."

Catherine smiled down at Darius, but then Catherine's phone started ringing, "Gert… sure." Catherine pats Darius's head, "I'm going to lunch with Gert; wanna come with me?"

"If it takes time away from Mrs. Davis," Darius debated, "yes."

A few hours later, Gert sat in the cafe booth alone with her phone and an iced tea, "Mrs. Wilder."

Catherine smiles, "Hello, Gert, so what do you want to talk to me about?"

"I… um…" Gert looks at Darius; she then looks at Catherine.

Catherine sensed it and ordered Darius, "Get me an iced tea." and handed him money. As Darius happily walked to the barista, Catherine looked at Gert, "So?"

"Tamar's getting released." Gert declared with a pitying look.

Darius, behind Catherine and holding two iced tea, dropped the cups, "No."

Catherine turns around, "Darius…"

"No, mom," Darius waved it off, "I don't wanna see her. I don't even want to see Nana B; what in God's name would make you think I'd want a relationship with Tamar?!" Darius runs off.

Gert sighs, "Tamar's his mother."

"I'm his mom." Catherine argued, "I clothe him, raised him, loved him. All the things a mom should do. He's my son."

"No one's saying he isn't, but," Gert explains, "she's his birth mom, and no one can take that away. Without her, you wouldn't have Darius."

Guita and Hana walked in as if on cue; Hana then declared, "We need to talk to DW."

Catherine turns to Hana, "About Tamar? Yeah, he won't see her."

"He overheard me," Gert explained, "telling Catherine, and he said, and I quote, 'I don't wanna see her. I don't even want to see Nana B. What makes you think I'd want a relationship with Tamar?!' then he stormed out."

"Okay," Hana sighs, "that good enough?"

Guita nodded, "Yup. Let's go."

Before they can go, Catherine asks, "Why?"

Hana smirks, "Remember, when you were new in your firm, you had no say in what case they gave you?"

"Where are you going with this?"

"I am her attorney." Guita admits.

"What?!" Catherine demands.

"Guita," Hana grabs Guita's shoulder, "no." Hana looked at Catherine, "You, of all people, know what it feels like to be new in a firm; you don't have a say on what case you get assigned. It's a job, money."

"Fine," Catherine defeated, "but just know you're gonna lose."

Guita was terrified as Catherine left.