Four: Domitus Capaldi: Present

FOUR

Domitus Capaldi

Present

“Hey, you’re late.” This comes from my younger brother Felix, which is a surprise to me. Felix normally doesn’t care about anything. He’s twenty-three, a year younger than me, and barely shows up to work half of the time. The title he has is mostly for looks anyway. Felix is almost as tall as me, with black hair that’s slicked back with too much gel, and as many tattoos as I have. In reality, Felix runs most of the family clubs. And by run, I mean, frequents them on a regular basis and pretends to be doing work.

“Why do you care?” I ask. “I’m never late. The only reason I was late this morning was because of the traffic.”

“Um, well…”

“Well, what?”

“Well, your new secretary has been hired.”

“Good. Shelia’s on bed rest now and it’s been hell using temps. Who did HR hire?”

Felix made a face.

I sigh. “Just tell me, Felix. I don’t want to play games. If it’s someone I hate, I can just fire them. Remember, I am the head of the New York branch o