Revenge

One; Family Matters

As I sat in the office, admiring the very same view I admired every single day, I realized just how beautiful the world outside the window actually was; once you get past the blazing sunlight and overwhelming heat the view wasn't actually that bad.

You looked out over the city. Looking at the people getting on with their daily chores, or those who are rushing to get to work because they're late for work a third day in a row, or those who don't have a home and spend their days begging for money.

It was all beautiful in its own way. Then again, anything was better than the inside of this office and admiring the people below was far more interesting to me than continuing to sort through the mountain of paperwork which my father left behind.

Half it didn't make sense to me and the other half were contracts which were months overdue. It seemed pointless to me even trying to arrange a meeting with clients now since I am almost certain most of them have gone elsewhere to get their work done now.

I wouldn't want to waste either their time by inviting them here, nor would I want to waste my breath giving them a list of reasons as to why we were better than their current supplier.

If there was one thing which I didn't do, then it was begging. I don't need to beg because, if they happen to suddenly be interested in what I can offer them, then they shall come to me.

I was signing my thousandth bit of paper that morning when both my thoughts and work were interrupted by a shy knock at the door, I simply looked up to see Victoria stood there - though I fail to understand why she's so nervous and shy around me at work but, the minute my hours are up, she's all over me like a wild beast.

She should have known that, if I was going to sack her, then I would have done it by now. She would have been gone the moment I took my place behind this desk, much like the majority of the other staff who previously worked here under my father.

Most of them got the boot when it became my business and I employed the people I wanted here, so that didn't include any slow old men who couldn't barely hear what you were saying or overweight, stereotypical office girls who were so desperate they would sleep with anyone who walked through the door.

"Your brother is here to see you sir." Victoria spoke quietly, her eyes focused on the floor rather than on me.

"I'm not in." I muttered as I resumed the work which I was doing. I had told Parker on more than one ocassion that I was not to be disturbed while I was working, especially not by him.

It was safe to say we had never really seen eye to eye, even as kids we were always arguing about who was better or who was going to have the most money or who was going to be single for the longest.

Our parents would often have to put a stop to our immature behaviour and, even now at the ages of twenty-six and thirty-two, my mother had pulled the two of us out of a fight by our ears. She was aging terribly and, since the death of my father, her health has been deteriorating at a rapid rate so it's really not fair of us to put that much stress on her all the time.

"But, he says it's important." Victoria replied sharply and with a sudden sense of urgency.

"Then tell him to leave a note and I'll get back to him later." I stated like she was an idiot. Well, she was an idiot, but I wasn't going to hurt her feelings by telling her that.

"Not in? Guess that's the invisibe man sat in that chair then, is it?" Parker snorted sarcastically, strolling into my office as though he owned the place.

"I'm busy, brother, so do hurry up." I sighed.

"You know, you should decorate in here. A splash of colour would liven it up and make work more enjoyable." Parker procrastinated, his eyes glancing at each wall as he imagined what colour they could be painted.