The next day, after Franco had successfully convinced Harold to get out for breakfast, he let him to sit comfortably on his sofa that was topped with French fries, smoothies, and everything soothing.
“I want you to know, Harold. I’m your ally. I am up against a Hampton and willing to help any of their victims.”
Harold continues to munch. Franco noticed that the man can only swallow a little, a sign that he hasn’t been given much food for… how many years since his supposed death? 8 years?
“Harold Chen… you have to…”
“Don’t.” Harold said meekly. “Don’t call me that. Please.”
Franco only paused to let him speak.
“If I wasn’t born Harold Chen this wouldn’t happen to me.”
Franco can only look down. He has no idea how being an heir works. He’s an only child but his father is a simple judgmental psychologist who takes pleasure on psychoanalyzing him, making feel bad about himself. He realized that people are out there with knowledge of the human emotion and takes pleasure on attacking it, and so he lives, quite unconsciously, on making people feel good about themselves. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone the same way his father hurts him. (Because it really hurts)
“You know.” He started. “People don’t choose their fate. Sometimes they end up being a rich heir, some end up being with an emotionally abusive father, some end up with simple parents, some end up with none. But there’s no point on blaming how we are born, we must focus our energy on choosing how we live.”
Harold looks at him, quite the only time the man had ever looked at his face as he only keeps his head down.
“How do you want to live your life? To squeeze yourself in my closet? Because I’m going to need that closet somehow.” He jest, trying to lighten the mood. Harold smiled a little, and he considers that a feat.
“What do you want me to do, then? It’s been 8 years and people think I’m dead. I can’t live as Harold Chen anymore.”
Franco raised his hands to offer to Harold.
“We will defeat the Hamptons, but first, we must find the other Chens. They will need to claim you are alive, that it’s really you, and then the suing ensues. I will help. I’m not a lawyer but I know people who hate the Hamptons.”
Harold looked at Franco’s hand, and he held his own hands on his chest, thinking twice. “We cannot defeat the Hamptons. I will die trying.”
“My governor is against the Hamptons. I called him just a while ago and he said he’s willing to...”
“You’ve called him?!” Harold meekly shrieked. His eyes began to water in panic.
“My governor is a good man…”
“The Hamptons must have heard of it. They have a control room, I know! They can listen to people doing calls. They know now. They will come here, sometime now.”
“They can’t do that! That’s illegal! America will hear of this! They can’t be tapping the phones of everyone…”
“No. Mister Franco. This is America. That’s why.”
Harold stood from the sofa, knocking the smoothie in the process. As he went to the door, Franco held his arms, to which Harold cowered.
“In that case we need to do the plan quick. I’ll go with you.”
“But it would be dangerous, sir?”
Franco agrees on that. And so before going out, he made a call to a certain friend. “Hi, Gwaine!”
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Tensions and Attentions
Humor[Completed, new upload] [Book 2 of Bro of my Life] In the High Society Upper East Side of New York, tensions happen. Quinn is a pompous, bratty, and genius capitalist, while Franco is a simple political advisor/activist who just wants to punch his f...
