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

expression darkened. Had she no respect for her

“You wish!”

fight to

smirked. “Are you sure? Dad told me to watch over you before we left. Or should I call Dad and tell him that you’re spending every night drinking and have forgotten what you

in anger. “That’s a

me or you?” Anna’s lips quirked at a

given him such an important job and how his sister’s false accusation would easily screw him over… Henry’s

“Screw you!”

of wine into Anna’s arms harshly, Henry’s expression darkened. “You don’t even drink alcohol, what do

Lafite in her arms and turned to

for him? Jesus Christ, at least invite me too! That’s an ‘82 Lafite!

the room indignantly

room, waving the bottle of red wine

Henry

the bottle opener, and he felt his