Life at the Top

Henry lay on the bed angrily and indignantly while bemoaning. He was Anna’s brother, and as her brother, he brought Jasper back only to be treated no more like a driver who said sister proceeded to get rid of once Jasper arrived.

Then he heard knockings on his door. Excited, Henry wondered if his sister had finally found her conscience and came to apologize as well as invite him to join their conversation.

‘Hmph!

‘Now do you remember what I’ve done for you?

‘Now, you’re sorry?’

He would stand his ground and make sure his sister knew that it would not be so easy to beg him for his forgiveness.

With that, Henry opened the door, his arrogance slightly slipping into his supposedly stoic facade.

“Are you here to apologize—”

“Where’s the Lafite you brought over from Harbor City?” Anna fiercely cut Henry off and forced the other to swallow his words.

Henry’s eyes widened as he asked warily, “What do you want? I saved that Lafite for myself!”

me,” Anna replied

Had she no respect for

“You wish!”

decided that he would fight to the death

left. Or should I call Dad and tell him that you’re spending every night drinking and have

lips paled in anger. “That’s a

or you?” Anna’s lips quirked at

about how this was the first time his dad had given him such an important job

“Screw you!”

expression darkened. “You don’t even drink alcohol, what

carried the Lafite in her arms and turned to

his feet angrily. “What the f*ck, you’re doing it for him? Jesus Christ, at least invite me too! That’s an ‘82 Lafite! I only

of the room indignantly

returned to the room, waving the bottle of red wine before Jasper’s eyes as if in

Henry for

found the bottle opener, and