This Should Make A Terrible Story

Epilogue

The Vert Family.

I know. Weird name.

They own VertexCorp. The President is none other than Julius Vert.

Rufus Vert. According to Sue, he's the front. The facade of the company. The White Knight, oblivious to all the filth underneath his company.

He is shown to be a man of Power. However, I know better. I now know how little of it he has over his falling empire.

His stature is tall, he stands upright just like how a gentleman should. More often than not, he is shown wearing the stereotypical tux with a cleanly combed brown hair and a clean, hairless chin. He's definitely in his late forties, and his mid life crisis is forcing him to get rid of all the hair on his chin to make him look as young and as powerful. With him, looks are everything.

His wife, Catherine, is the opposite. She's a blonde in her early forties. She's maintained her level of hot, and she knows it well. She was clad excessively in jewellery, proud of the achievments of others which benefit her. While she may have a proud exterior, her smile could convince people otherwise.

Their only son was around my age. Sebastian Vert was the only heir to the empire, however, from the looks of him, he doesn't look like the pride got to him, at least not yet. He looks like a potential billionaire playboy, two dead parents away from becoming Batman. I'm positive, judging from his frail build, that he's the gamer type. He looks like he's caught between being a nerd, a cool kid and being the heir to an empire.

These people welcomed me into their home, just days after Sue's arrest. However, I do get an ominous feeling they're behind everything. As if they wanted Sue to think they know nothing, when all along, they've been behind everything.

It's clever. So clever, I'm caught between being impressed, and being terrified of the brilliance of it all.

"We can only imagine how devastated you must be. Sue was like family to us, and to see her betray everyone like that... We can't even begin to imagine the things she must have done to you." Julius began.

"She's going to get what she deserves, Mister Vert." I said, sounding angry, as if my thoughts agree with my words.

"That she is, son. But that's all behind you now. Don't worry. We'll take care of you."

"I can't thank you enough, Mister Vert."

"It's all fine, son. Now don't worry about your past with her. All your memories with her, all the pain, the sorrow, Arthur," He began.

"We can make you forget."

And as he said that, I grasped onto the necklace, Terrified.

I promised to remember.