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,”

she

“You wish!”

would fight to

Or should I call Dad and tell him that you’re spending

anger. “That’s a lie and

me or you?” Anna’s lips quirked at a devilish

this was the first time his dad had given him such an important job and how his sister’s false accusation would

“Screw you!”

bottle of wine into Anna’s arms harshly, Henry’s expression darkened. “You don’t even

wine.” Anna carried the Lafite in her arms and turned

the f*ck, you’re doing it for him? Jesus Christ, at least invite me too! That’s an ‘82 Lafite! I only have three f*cking bottles

the room indignantly and

of red wine before Jasper’s eyes as if in wait for praise. “An ‘82 Lafite,

Henry for him to open

found the bottle opener, and he