𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐊𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐚 [𝐁𝐱𝐁]

CHAPTER 32: Family Meeting.

CHAPTER 32: Family Meeting.

Lewis Kaplan Age18|

Obviously, my Father couldn't know.

Thankfully Mother dismissed his inquiry "When I was eighteen you did far much worse things than a hickey to me Robert. "She paused and treated me a bonding smile. "He never dates, let him be. When it's serious enough he'll tell us, isn't that right baby?"

It calmed him and she winked at me but the gesture just made me sick even though I managed a nod. I wondered if she would feel the same way when she'd find out.

"Well in whatever case, as you can see Tiger and his gaffas broke and vandalized the Green Roof. Keffas are animals. All they're good at is gutting each other to death like pigs, fucking and taking what's not theirs..."

He would have gone on a long tangent listing all the wrong things they did. Hadn't I interjected, "How can you say things like that with a straight face?"

He looked at me and nodded an agreement. "You're right, I should be more disgusted with those animals." His face scrunched up with a show of his emotions and he said. "Who knows what other pests and reptiles those godless filth left in here. They will pay for..."

"How do you know it was them. Did the intruder say that?" I asked.

Mother shook her head. "No one was caught, but who else would do something this redundant? No one else on this planet has reason to want to steal from those of us with Pure Blood except those fiIlthy bastards." She spoke her voice expressing her equal disgust. She faced one of the guards, sending him in on an errand to go and make sure the house was been set up for a thorough sanitisation.

My mouth dried and my heart beat at her words. The way she said Pure Blood, made it seem like any other blood that was not full was not pure in regards of filthiness. 

And also, it made me question, "What reason would they have to rob us?"

"The continued decline in the performance of the West Stock Exchange married with inflationary pressures and currency depreciation will have a significant impact on the pension funds. Look at this..." he paused receiving a remote to control the large monitor covering the whole left wall of the conference room.

The monitor lit up and he flicked to different graphs, reports and financial statements all taken in the last six months.

Father pulled on his reading glasses and started to explain things to me referring to the data and information. "As of Monday, last week, the mineral and oil industry index on the WSE (West Stock Exchange) was up by just thirteen percent against the mere two percent in the rest of the industries. While the nominal performance is marginally positive..."

I faced away from the screen and repeated my conclusion ascertained from the provided data and information to him. "The returns are negative against inflation which reached one hundred and eighty-five-point sixty three percent the night the Rajeshs were stolen from and had their son abducted. Those Keffas haven't asked for a ransom yet but were expecting it anytime by the way."

I interlocked gazes with all of them asking. "Yes, I get that but what does this have to do with mixed people? None of them have are allowed more than one bank account, you have a whole Statutory Financial Instrument to see to that and now that the economy is flooding on all of us. It doesn't make any sense for them to want to steal from us. What would they steal anyway and where would they put it? In what bank accounts?"

Mother rolled her eyes, flicking me a paper document from her file folder.

It was an intellectual profile on Thamalow Yorush otherwise known as Tiger. The profile detailed his IQ, that was profound and he'd been one of the only ten boys who were given special education by the system despite being of mixed blood. On the account of their level of intellect. I only browsed through the profile and noted the end of it where it said he had dropped out of work to become a rebel rouser of the highest regard.