❧Epilogue☙

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A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd and some punished: For never was a story more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

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"Claire Whiting, you are one of the youngest CEOs of your generation at the age of 24. You took a business famous for its illegal wrongdoings and built a company that is a leader of moral standards in the industry." Said the man who was interviewing Claire for an article in a leading business magazine. 

"Thank you, it has been a lot of hard work but it was worth it." The interview continued with the normal questions until the questions Claire knew were coming arrived.

"How do you respond to the claims that you and James Dancy were the ones that killed your parents."

"I understand why people may believe that as there is a lot of mystery surrounding my parent's death and we still don't have even half the information we should. However, I loved my parents. I would never be able to hurt them. They gave me everything I ever wanted and I would be the last person to ever want them dead." 

"Even though your parents were pushing you into an arranged marriage?"

"Well, I hardly minded. James was the life of my life at the time and I wanted to marry him. They were flexible about when the wedding would occur and how it would happen so it was hardly an arranged marriage."

"Speaking of James Dancy you have stayed silent about his death throughout most of your career." 

"James died when I was freshly nineteen. The car accident that killed him was a horrific tragedy. I would say his death sent me down a lot of dark paths."

"Is that why you set up the charity in his honor?"

"No, the charity was set up so when people hear the name James Dancy they think of something happy and good rather than the pain and suffering that his life entailed. Now his name is synonymous with fighting legal injustice in our country and I think he has a legacy that he would be proud of." 

From there the interview came to an end and Claire was able to thank the staff and then leave. 

"Daniel, can you please take me home?" Asked Claire as she hopped into the back of one of her many cars. 

"Of course, Miss." 

When Claire arrived home she was hit with the glorious smell of food wafting from the kitchen. She walked through the house that had been hers from the age of 17, smiling at the memories built into the walls. 

"How was the interview?" Asked Annie who was pulling a tray of freshly baked cookies out of the oven. 

"It was good. Asked about James and my parents. Had a lot of questions about the future of the company. Wanted to know my secrets, the usual." 

"Ahh yes how did Miss CEO build such a company? Tell me Claire is it hard being so perfect? What do you drink every morning to make you so magically successful." Grinned Annie.

"Fuck off they aren't that bad."

"They kinda are." 

The pair laughed and as Claire reached for a cookie her friend slapped her hand away.

"Wait until they are cool."

"You know I couldn't have done any of this without you, right?" Professed Claire as she hugged her legs to her chest.

"Yeah, you would of but thank you anyway. It was my pleasure."


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