The Depth of His Depravity

Chapter 3 - Plans in Motion

For the first time in my life, I wake up with purpose. I head downstairs, and eat some breakfast, Matthew picks up on the fact that I'm in a hurry.
"Off to see your girlfriend?" He says with a grin.

This catches me off guard.

"My girlfrie?- Oh, yeah, Sophie. Sure."

It's obvious Matthew picked up on this, he probably just didn't care enough to say anything.

After finishing my breakfast, I head outside and head to the mall, which is, luckily, quite close to my house. As I arrive, I try my best to spot Dezmond without looking too suspicious. Finally I spot him sitting in a corner. That stupid blonde hair and shit-eating grin brings nothing to me but anger. He's but a means to an end. I can only hope that end is in sight.

I sit next to him on the bench.

"Could you possibly look ANY more incriminating?" He asks, half angered and half genuinely.

"I tried my best. Besides, should I be concerned you seem to actually be good at this spy stuff?"

"It's not 'spy stuff' it's common fucking sense."

"Anyways." I say, rolling my eyes. "What's the plan?"

"Well, what I'm about to say, I don't think you're gonna like to hear."

I sarcastically respond "You assume I like anything you say."

"A fair point. Regardless. I think the assassination was an inside job on part of both Thoric

Industries, and Arcon."

"What makes you think that?"

"When I brought it up at this weeks meeting just yesterday, I immediately got shut down by at least half a dozen guys in suits. Whatever is going on..." He says turning his gaze to the ground.

"I don't like it. You notice anything off?"

"If my brother had his way, I'd be staying in the house all day."

"You don't find that suspicious?"

"You've met my brother. You legitimately think that he is capable of ordering the murder of his

father?"

"Maybe not, but it's a start."

"What else have you been able to dig up?" I ask

"Not much, whoever these guys are, they're good. I'll try my best to dig up whatever I can here and there, but I can't attract too much attention to myself."

"A fair point."

"Finally." He remarks. "Something we can agree upon. You get up first, I'll leave after so as to not raise cause for alarm."

I'm not sure whether his paranoia is warranted or not, but it's a fair precaution none-the-less, I comply and stand up and walk back to my house.

Now you must understand, for a business such as Thoric or Arcon, business is typically conducted by the eldest son as well as the father. And if the father is to perish, the Eldest Son is to pick up all responsibilities left by them. With some help from advisors, of course.

It's quite unusual for the younger son to ask to be included in their dealings, but they can't really object if enough people agree.

I head on home, adrenaline pumping through my body so hard, I swear it feels like my heart is gonna burst out of my chest. I finally arrive home after what seems like an eternity, though is in reality, probably 5 minutes, I open the door to the house, and nervously sit down next to Matthew. Who is enjoying his morning coffee.