YES, TO LIVING  ******************* CALEB’S POV ******************** I was surprised that Sophie invited me to her party considering our last run-in with each other. I wasn't keen on going but I realized that avoiding her and her family was not beneficial to my plans.  As I contemplated on whether to go or not, Angela came into my mind and I decided to invite her. It has been almost a few weeks now since I last saw her as she traveled to see her parents. I decided to call her to know if she was back in New York or not. She didn't pick her call on the first ring and when she managed to pick she sounded off and this scared me a lot.  I didn't understand what she was saying at first a

FOR F*CKS SAKE ********************** NARRATOR’S POV *********************** “I have spent decades building this company, and because that ...that riff-raff got a contract she now feels high and mighty and wants to start rubbing shoulders with me.” David rumbled on, his tie loosely hung over his neck, his shirt unbuttoned exposing the white singlet he was wearing inside. His wife Ella cringed as she looked at her husband. He must have lost his mind, was all she could come up with. He was not a heavy drinker and seeing him drunk and in this state made her angry. And it was no one else's fault but Sophie’s and her parents. They feel on top of the world lately. The most annoying part was the grandparent’s sudden favoritism for them. “Bunch of lo

CHANGES *********************** NARRATOR’S POV *********************** The whole family was in a frenzy as they waited for news concerning their father and grandfather. Helen was hysterical, moving from one end of the hall to the other. “Sit down, for goodness’ sake, or stay still. You are making me dizzy with your back and forth,” David yelled at his elder sister. “Get a life you son of a gun.” Helen hissed but stayed still, her back resting on the wall. “Whore.” David muttered, ready for a fight of words with his sister. Everyone ignored them, as they were all tensed by what was happening. When they bo

THE LAST RUN ******************** CALEB’S POV ****************** I am already fifteen minutes late for the meeting. I can't wait to see the shock on their faces when I arrive. From what my personal assistant has told me, the whole family is in the boardroom, waiting for my arrival.  I am also intentional about my dress code. Instead of the usual suit and tie, I decided to wear a shirt and ripped jeans; I look like the normal average guy, which to me is perfect. Brad, my chief operating officer, had earlier objected. He is from the school that believes that corporate events have a dress code, not me. I wear what I want to my own company. It feels great to be at the helm of so much power at this point.