Patricia Westerford Novels & Stories

She no longer knew how to pull away. … On the day of the funeral, the venue was packed with people from high society. Patricia had kept our relationship under wraps so well that this was the first time anyone had even heard of me, the fiance of Zeller Group's CEO. Her hands were bandaged in gauze, and she looked worn out. With my urn in her hands, she stood onstage to deliver a solemn eulogy. When Patricia announced that the company's future profits would go to any of my surviving relatives, Warren—who had been sitting quietly in the corner—snapped.

"Boss, they think she is buried in the rubble and called Mr. Weston." Darla's composure crumbles. "Everybody back to work now!" she roars. The people scatter like ants, diving into buildings and machinery. "He is going to be suspicious if he finds us out here. Weston expects humans to work without a break. What's worse is he is a part of the Saratoga council. He is a part of keeping humans out of power" Darla walks over to me, scooping me into her arms with ease.