That night, we were called back to the manor for dinner.It suddenly hit me that it was my birthday too, not just Diana's.Ever since I joined the family, they'd celebrated it on the same day as hers.Victor had a bottle of Russian vodka brought over, the family's grandest way to celebrate.It was top-shelf liquor, all right.But it was Diana's favorite, not mine.I had a severe stomach ulcer. A single sip of liquor that strong would leave me doubled over in pain.Yet no one seemed to think there was anything wrong with that.Victor poured the first glass as he always did and pushed it toward Diana."Diana, the first toast is yours. Here's to another step toward the top."I looked at the glass, at the smugness in Diana's eyes, at Victor's same old favoritism.This time, I spoke up."Victor."Whenever there was territory or weapons to divide, Diana always got first pick, and I had to settle for the scraps. But tonight, you couldn't even spare me a glass of vodka?"And why do I have to w
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