T.E.O.T.W.A.W.K.I

Prologue.

Prologue.

When you are born into New York’s third wealthiest family there is a lot to be expected of you. I mean, sure you have it all, the unending amounts of money, the publicity, the best schooling. Hell, you even have a future laid out for you. All you have to do is put one foot in front of the other and waltz through your life. Until one day you reach your ultimate ending, CEO of the family business, mine just happens to be the multinational, multibillion dollar kind. Sure being the model child and playing happy families is great, you get what you want, when you want and nobody and I do mean nobody, says anything about anything you do. You should be grateful for what you have and respect how your father has worked so hard for the family. However, when I got older and realized that my father made his millions, scratch that, billions from conning hundreds of thousands of people out of money they didn’t have to waste on insurance they didn’t need. And even then you could get out of the payout by claiming literally anything is an ‘act of God’. The amount of times I would turn up at my father’s office from school to hear him tell a widow that the avalanche that killed her husband while skiing? Act of God. That car crash that kid’s parents just died in? Act of God. I finally grew up resenting our family business and everything it stood for. I developed an easy three step guide to making sure I never had anything to do with it. First I told my parents I wanted to go to Harvard and study law, instead of finance as they wanted. Next I told them I wanted to and would become a paralegal. Finally I told them I had landed an internship with a law firm and would be moving out to LA to work in their headquarters. What I failed to mention was that it was the only law firm in the country to openly challenge my father’s business, and I sure as hell wanted to fight for every penny that those poor people deserved. But most of all I hated having my whole future planned out, it shouldn’t be like that. I didn’t want someone telling me what to do my whole life… I wanted to write my own story.