Dangerous End

Twelve middle-aged to elderly people in crisp business suits sat silently around a rectangular glass table. Overlooking the glass windows behind us is the great cityscape of Normandy, except for the gloomy weather. A storm might be coming in.

The silence was broken when by the squeak of the glass door opening. Uncle Roger and the company lawyer entered. He immediately saw me at the end center of the table. He pulled his jacket down neatly and held his head high. As the COO, no matter how much I deny it, he's the next big man.

All the other twelve heads faced him. He took his seat and his lawyer stood by his side.

"Let this meeting come to order," Uncle Roger announced with his deep, demanding voice. "But, before everything else, we mourn the passing of my dear nephew, Jason."

I smirked at the hypocrisy. Maybe it was too loud that everyone turned to me. I glared at them coldly.