Gary changed the channel on the TV again. He didn't want to watch any of the shows that were on. He sighed and flopped back on his bed. Being the Mayor's son was terrible, everyone thought that you had the best life and were either jealous of you, or thought that you were a spoilt brat. Sure, he had a lot of material possessions but what he really wanted his father couldn't buy.
Love.
Ever since his mother had disappeared he hadn't cared about possessions or power, he had just wanted to find love and happiness again like when he was a small child. Then there was a knock at the door.
"Come in!" Gary called. The door opened to reveal a small, plump old lady wearing a maid's outfit.
"Your father wishes to see you master Gary. He's waiting in his office for you." She informed him her eyes never lifting from the floor. Gary groaned.
"Thanks Margaret, and you don't have to call me master Gary! I've told you this so many times!" Gary responded as he got off the bed. He walked out of the room and down the hallway. He got to the office door and took a deep breath. He braced himself for the inevitable shouting he would receive as a repercussion from earlier. He knocked on the door, waited a second or two, and walked in.