Commotion

JASON

The glass of wine I was holding a while ago, stood discarded on the ornate bedside table. It's a surprise I didn't even smash the delicate glass in my fury.

What right does Dad have to give Henley an opportunity to look at me in a different way?

None!

He's not my brother, has never been and will never be. No son of a bitch will come from nowhere to steal my inheritance away from me.

No matter how hard he tries to hide it, I know that its on his mind.

I sneer.

He's interested in having control of MERC, everything he does boils down to the company every single time no matter what he does.

Everyone thinks he's a saint, fast rising as the youngest billionaire from Africa even though I know he built that company just to spit in my face and mother's face. After I offered to loan him the pathetic amount of money he couldn't seem to raise by himself.

"Ungrateful bastard!" I shout and fling out my arm, knocking the glass of wine to the floor in the process, it shattered to tiny bits