So Yesterday

You Can Change Your Life

"Sit up, David."
I scowled and slouched more, tapping my shoe, just to piss her off. She looked at me with disdain over her half moons and let out a sigh.

"You may not like it but the fact remains that you must be the heir. James-"

She paused and at that moment I wanted to hit something. Stupid James and his stupid selfishness and his stupid new wife and his stupid elopement and my stupid 'new beginning'.

"Now that the events have unfolded in this unexpected manner," she restarted, wisely refraining from repeating the bastard's name, "You must do what is expected. Do not forget how many lives depend upon a strong and reliable leader."

Embarrassingly enough, I think I growled at this. I mean who does that? But the fricking guilt trip was churning my stomach and frankly, unnecessary. I was gonna do it.

I am determined to hate it. But I was gonna- going to- do it.

"Fine," yup, I'm definately growling now, whopdie-doo I'm a fricking bear. "What do I need to do? As the spare, no one bothered to train me, so how the hell do you expect me to do this?"

"Teresa will explain everything, she's there to support you in every way, she knows the job inside out and backwards. Use her. She's invaluable."

Suddenly things weren't looking too bad. Teresa was James' secretary and very competent. James-the-prick never cared for her, looking down on her, making lewd remarks while she successfully ran the entire empire behind his back. She knows the place like the back of her hand. I nodded and stood up to leave when she stopped me,

"David?"

I turn inquisitively.

"What will you do about Elizabeth?"

Filled with sudden rage I storm to the door and yank it open, making sure to slam it hard on my way out.

What to do about Lizzie.