Company Theft

Chapter 2 Caden Wing

"Woah. It's so beautiful," I heard Winter, my younger sister, mutter. As much as I hoped it was run down, so we couldn't stay here it wasn't. It was beautiful. With a glass chandelier hanging, white and black checkered tiles, and elegant drapes hung over the windows, what wouldn't be beautiful. We continued our way to the stairs at the back of the house. Then a man came out, looking extremely agitated. He went to talk to Abigall, and she rolled her eyes at the first thing he said. Whatever they were talking about was clearly annoying Abigall. After a while, I think Abigall gave into the old man.

"Hey guys. I am sorry. I meant to give you a tour of the house, but something that the board members think is important. Although I think it is absolutely important, and I think that the board members are forgetting who is CEO. My brother will show you around the house," Abigall said to my family. I just had to laugh. She said it in a voice that was dripping with sarcasm. Though for whatever reason I was sad that she wasn't showing us around the house. I watched her as she walked outside, and got back into the limo with the old guy.

"Hi! I know I am not my sister, but I have lived here long enough to know how to get around the house. Oh, and if you don't know me my name is Romeo Scarlet. My sister conveniently forgot to tell anyone about you guys staying here, so I don't know any of your guys names. It would be great if you could introduce yourselves," Romeo said. Gosh this kid is hyper. I think he said all of that in one breath. How much candy does Abigall feed him.

"Hello, my name is Sam Wing. This is my wife Lilly Wing, my son Caden Wing, and my daughter Winter Wing," my father introduced us. Romeo took Winter's hand and kissed it. Her cheeks turned a shade of bright red that put blood to shame. Though to my surprise she didn't pull away. Romeo walked us around the house. He talked to my sister a lot, and it was probably my job to stop it. Though Romeo seemed like a nice kid. I decided I would let it slide.

About an hour later the tour was finally finished, and Romeo told us we could choose any room we wanted. I went to the end of the hall, and opened the door. I noticed it was already occupied. It looked girly, so I took a guess and decided that it was Abigall's room. I left it alone, and went to a different room. I found one that I like. It was a simple room. It had queen bed, a shower, bath, and a dresser. I took a shower, and changed into just some black pants. I layed on my bed. Darkness overtook me, as I fell asleep.

I woke up around 5 AM. I saw a plate of dinner on my nightstand. A letter written in beautiful cursive was on top of it.

I didn't want to wake you up. Though I thought you might want some dinner. By the way I am glad you like your bed.

-Abigall Scarlet.

I ate my dinner which was a superb steak with mashed potatoes. I tried to fall back asleep, but I wasn't tired. I slipped on a purple shirt, and I walked downstairs and turned into the kitchen. I heard someone typing on a computer. It was Abigall. She looked tired as hell, but she kept typing. The ringing of a phone brought me out of my thoughts. Abigall jumped as well. She answered the phone in a foreign language. It sounded like french, but I couldn't be sure. The conversation lasted for ages, and the longer it went on the angrier Abigall got. She hung up and slammed her phone on the table.

"What'd that phone ever do to you," I said as I walked into the room. She looked surprised to see me, but her surprise turned onto a blush. I didn't get why she was blushing, but the red on her face was gone as soon as it was there. She looked stressed.

"Very funny. Sorry I didn't meant to wake you. I have been screaming over the phone since two. Board members are trying to run the company. They also want you out of the house. Don't worry though. I am still CEO. They can't do anything without me approving it first," she said. I was surprised she could take all of the board members crap. My grandfather would usually crack, and go out drinking the next night.

"You didn't wake me. Your brother and my sister seem to like each other," I said. I was hoping to get a clear response from her about Romeo. He seemed like a good kid, but appearances can be deceiving. Abigall's face drained of color immediately after I mentioned Romeo.

"Yeah I noticed that too. I know there are a lot of rumors about him being a playboy, but he's really not. He is a good kid, and he really does like your little sister. Besides he has hoon had a hard time with all the... deaths in my family," her answered was direct and hopeful. I guess I could let Romeo mess around with Winter for a while, but as soon as he hurts her I will kill him. I decided I should change the subject. I saw Abigall get up, and walk to the counter. She got Mini Wheats from the pantry.

"So you can speak French. Why French?" I asked. I was hoping I didn't offend her. I was trying to make up for what I said to her at the burial grounds. She laughed a little then answered.

"Well, I can speak nine languages fluently and four that I can work through. Though I have to admit french is one of my favorites. It's so delicate. Besides it's a hard language to mess up," she answered. Amusement was obvious in her voice. I was about to respond when she tripped over the leg of a chair. I reached my arms out on instinct, and caught her. She was pressed up against my chest, and I could hear her heart beating. I looked down at her beautiful face. Her hair was up in a bun.

"I hear that French is the language of love. I don't speak any other language than English, so I wouldn't know," I say with her still pressed up against my chest while I look down on her. She turned a bright red.

"Tout le monde a sa propre opinion, et donc je ne peux pas faire de ce desicion pour vous." Gosh this girl is annoying.

"What does that mean?" I ask holding her closer to me as she tries to squirm, and get out of my grip.

"Learn the language, and you'll find out. Good night Caden," she said. As she finally got out of my grip. I watched as she walked upstairs. Probably to do to bed. I started to study French in my room on my computer, but I didn't even com close to knowing what she said. It was not long after that I got tired, and for the first time in a while I didn't fall asleep thinking about my grandfather.

I fell asleep thinking about the blonde who didn't have a part in my grandfather's death. She is what I dreamt of as well.