Relover

The End

"What a shame the old man died," an office man said.

"It's better for the company," the other said, barely different from the first. "His son is taking over."

"Which?"

"The older one, of course," the man sipped his coffee afterward.

"I don't think that's a good thing," the man rolled his eyes. "Isn't he a TV presenter? What the fuck does he know about this business?"

"No, that's the third one," the second office man quickly clarified.

"Third one? I thought he was the eldest."

The man looked around and then leaned forward, his voice quieter, "The two we know were sons of his now wife, The TV clown and the VP. Apparently, the other two, are sons of the first lady."

"I didn't know the boss had an ex-wife."

"Well, he inherited the company. Quite a successful businessman."

"What does he do?"

The man shrugged, "I just know he has way more money than the old man."

"How did he make his money? Probably daddy slipped him so cash. Fucking nepotism."

"I don't know but for a nepobaby, he has a fabulous reputation and businesses. Oh, look, the lady is back," the man's eye drifted to the woman emerging from the elevator.

"She doesn't look very happy," the first man crossed his arms.

"Of course she isn't happy. She just got stabbed in the back, no raise for her anymore. No vice president tittle either."

"That has to suck massively..."

"Good morning, Patrick," The woman looked at the first man, who leaned against the reception table. "Paul, any messages for me?"

"A man left a letter not so long, about half an hour ago," Paul handed a thick envelope. "Your brother called to ask if you are going to the next GP."

"Please order an Oreo milkshake from McDonald's," The woman placed two dollars on the table.

"Ok, ma'am," Paul nodded.

The woman walked to the office at the back of the floor and disappeared inside.

She threw her purse on the couch and took off her blazer, folding it neatly before placing it inside a drawer of her office desk.

She leaned against the expensive wood as she picked up the telephone and dialed a number, "Hi, how are you?"

The woman fiddled with the envelope, noticing the thick red wax seal. CB.

"I'm fine. Yeah, about that... I can't go, I'm sorry," she sighed as she ripped the seal open. "I can't leave now, I have to meet the new man."

Her eyes began to slide through the careful penmanship of the letter, "I'm fine, don't worry about that... Yes, it hurts, but it is what it is, no big deal... Ah! That's lovely!" A small chuckled echoed through the office, "How is he doing, by the way? I saw the crash, very nasty... Hmm..."

The woman tensed, her face turned pale, and her voice faltered, "H-Hey, I-I have to go n-now... Something urgent c-came up. Everything is fine, no, I'm taking the first plane to Monaco next month but I can't now. Bye! Love you!"

She hung the fun and read the letter again, and then twice as she approached the window and saw the streets below. No police cars, no out of place vehicles, it looked like every other day before.

She placed the letter on the desk and reached for her purse, taking out her phone. The woman quietly waited for an answer from the other side.

"They know. My secretary gave me a letter, he said it arrived half an hour ago... Hmm... No, I don't see any of them, not from my window at least... Do you know him? He must not want a big controversy beginning his mandate... Yes, very discreet, I know. I'm so fucked, Abraham..." The woman's voice broke for a second, a quiet bitter sob, "This will fuck up my brother's career surely, Brahms..."