Wildest Dreams - Succession

Chapter Seven: Austerlitz

A/N: This chapter has suicide themes within the end. I shall put in bold those parts, skip them or this chapter if its best for your health

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Being a Roy isn't always the easiest of tasks. Don't get me wrong growing up with anything that money can buy at my fingertips was a blessing millions if not billions of people don't understand, many struggling to put food on the table, forget arguing over getting a Gucci or Prada handbag. However what we gained in being able to buy any materialistic item that money could buy we were at a loss for love. Father either fucking hated us or didn't care enough to stick around, the emotional, mental and physical abuse he put each one of us through but it was in a penthouse so we all shut up and didn't talk about the past. So when Shiv and I have the chance to meet for brunch to forget all of the past and get drunk on mimosas and bitch about any first-world problems we jump at the chance.

"He's such a fucking groomzilla!" Shiv was complaining about Tom obsessing over the slightest details in their wedding "Like I don't give a fuck what kind of cake we get -"

"Red velvet." I suggested "Or simple vanilla" She rolled her eyes knowing how although I love being an independent woman falling in love and planning the perfect wedding has always been my dream, a petty dream but a dream nevertheless. Ironic how she fucking hates weddings yet is the one getting married while I'm in a 'God knows what this is but your a good fuck so we'll move'-ship with our brother's best and only friend.

"I think he went for chocolate orange?"

"Oh... different," I remarked at my future brother-in-law's choice. "Actually we need to discuss some wedding shit" she sighed lightly

"We've already got my dress, your dress, shoes, fucking jew-"

"No Siobhan" I droll also taking a drink "Bachelorette party" that caught her attention "I've invited some friends from college, the rest of the bridesmaids, myself, you obviously" She nodded along quite happy with the guest list "So just be at my place Saturday 3 sharp to get ready" she grinned at me

"What are we doing? Where are we going? Is there going to be a stripper?"

"I'm not saying another word and sworn everyone in the know to silence" I point at her jokingly to which she rolled her eyes, my phone buzzed to show that Stewy sent me a news article with a video

"Oh shit," I say showing Shiv my phone and reading the article with the headline 'Logan Roy attacked with urine balloon'

"Do we call him?" Shiv suggested

"You can." I tell her watching the footage and trying to hide my smile "I'm having fuck all to do with this." I go off the article to text Stewy

'Karmas a bitch'

"Wait," Shiv said I looked up "Who sent that?"

"No one of importance" I dismiss putting my phone on the table "So what do you prefer firefighter or policeman?" trying to take her mind off the text