POV: Cara weli
Location: New York
The day a person's life changes dose not come with a prior anouncement. It dose not come with a big bang or a trumpet blast or any other anouncement. It comes like every other day
and in your case it came as a very screwed up sunday where you were trying to get to your brother's mansion while desperately pushing past the sea of human faces surrounding you.
"Madame president, Madame president, is your visit to the god of wall street related to your bid for global nuclear disarming?" A reporter questioned
"I have served this country for eight years pal. I want to leave a legacy of peace before I go." You replied fluidly while desperately trying to break free.
"So is it then related to the messy break up of the god of wall street with golden actress miss Livia Dreasna?" Another asked
You: That's none of your business pal.
This time you were slowly getting annoyed
"What do you have to say about miss Livia's blunt rejection of your brother's engagement ring?" Another shot
You: Like I said none of your business
"Do you think there is any hope of reconciliation between the two?"
"Will the break-up affect his ability to conduct business?"
You: (angry) Would you shift away from that line of questioning? If my brother wants his business out in the open, he will talk about it himself. Until then, IT IS NONE OF YOUR DAMNED BUSINESS.
You began to furiously push through the crowd in order to make a break to your brother's house but you could not make much progress due to the eager reporters still pressing in on you. You seriously began to regret leaving owen and the rest of your security detail behind.
Luckily just as you were about to have a mental breakdown due to all the questions asked, a group of men dressed in black suits burst through the crowd and headed straight to you. Their leader a fat middle aged man in a well fitting suit, walked up to you and asked
"Are you okay maam?"
You: Am fine Dom. Just get these vultures off my back.
At those words, the men on suits quickly surrounded you from all sides and big man turned to the reporters and called out in a loud voice.
DOM: Is any of you from prime time TV?
Reporters: No
DOM: Then we aren't talking.
And just like that he and his men began charging through the reporters like a bull through a weat field.
"Prime time TV?" You asked DOM with a raised eyebrow.
"Blame the kid." He simply replied
You allowed yourself a small smile at the memory but then quickly frowned.
You: Speaking of the kid, why on earth would he just allow the press to talk trash about him in his own goddamn backyard? Can't he turn on the extractor?
Dominic just shook his head
DOM: I don't know if you follow the newspapers lately but the kid isn't in any position to turn on anything right now.
YOU: Is it really that bad?
DOM: Maybe you should just see for yourself.
You both entered into the mansion and you could not help but be amazed at the beauty of the place. The lush green grasses were used to carve all sorts of animals on the front lawn, the walkway in between the lawn was painted to look like gold and the main house was shaped to look like one massive box from afar. The house was painted blue but the pictures of angels covering it made it look more white than blue.
"He really went all in on the design didn't he?" You asked Dom
"He was inspired by the Noah ark." Dom replied pointing to a statue of a man with a staff.
" It is meant to remind all who comes here that he is their last hope from a financial flood."
You: it is quite the decor I'll give him that. Though I am not sure if it works as he intended.
Dom: Believe me it dose. Every other person whom I've told the reason for the design gets a desperate/hopeful pathetic look on his or her face.
You: And if know my brother well, that is what he intended.
Cunning asshole
You both eventually entered the house and the first thing you noticed was that unlike the exterior which was designed to be cold, the inside of the house rediated warmth. There were paintings of all kinds on the wall, dangerous beautiful weapons were exsibitted and there were small statues of some medival knights on the furniture. All in all the interior looked like a chapel filled with priests, rather than the home of a prominent stockbroker.
You: And what look was he aiming for with this design?
Dominic's face turned sour instantly
Dom: He wasn't the one who designed it.
You were about to ask who designed it but the look on Dom's face told you all you needed to know.
You: Livia designed it?"
Dominic nodded
You could not help sighing
You: Where is he?"
Dom: Follow me
Dominic then led you through some very well organized rooms and a prestin corridor until he stopped at a room that was hidden behind a plain black door.
Dom: what are you waiting for?
You: You are not going in?
The surprise in your voice was clear
He shook his head
Dom: I don't think the kid would want me in there.
Knowing better than to argue with Dom, you carefully opened the door and slowly stepped inside.
Inside the room, the presence of state of the art exercise machines made it clear that the room served as a gym but the presence of so many dirty dishes made it look as though some one fought a battle with a monster made of dirty dishes and lost. You have a good idea who that person was.
"If you are here to clean the room, don't bother" A tearful voice you knew by heart rang out
"I will clean it in my own free time."
You turned towards the voice and your heart sank when you saw the twenty nine years old man eating a bowl of cereal in his underwear.
"Don't you dare ignore me. I know you are there. I heard you come in." The man cried out in the best expression of anger he could give while crying.
You: And you still cannot tell it was me? (You shook your head) tu tu tu I am honestly disappointed Joseph.
Joseph: Is that you Cara? (he then tried to hide the cereal bowl) You shouldn't be here.
You: Why? So I don't have to see you break down in your underwear? (He did not reply) Listen kid, I changed your diaper when you were a baby. There is nothing in that grey area that I have not seen.
Joseph: So you are okay with me being in my underwear?
You: HELL NO. I have seen some bizarre shit in my life but a full grown man eating cereal in his tighty whities? There got be laws against those kind of things.
Rather than pick offense, Joseph burst into a booming laugh and then delivered that trademark smile that makes all your friends swoon over him.
Joseph: Are you trying to cheer me up?
You: Yes. Is it working?
Joseph: Too soon to tell (His smile disappeared)
You cleared a space among the dirty dishes and sat down close to him not minding the dirt that stained your expensive clothes.
You: Talk to me jos, how are you feeling?
Joseph: I am eating a bowl of cereal in my underwear, in front of my older sister. How do you think I am feeling?
You: She hurt you that bad?
Joseph: (He burst into tears again) I was gonna propose to her sister. I wanted to marry her. I gave her my ring and she threw it out in front of me. Do you know how bad that hurts?
You slowly pulled him to yourself and gently began shushing him like a child.
You: I understand. I understand.
Joseph: And the worst part is she didn't even give me a reason why. Do I deserve that sister?
If you were to be honest, knowing your brother's women history, a strong part of you wanted to say yes but because you knew you would not gather any good will that way you decided to go with the most diplomatic answer.
You: Well I can't say whether or not you deserved it but what I can say is that she does not deserve this?
Joseph: (offended) Excuse me?
You: She does not deserve to have the god of wall street and the most handsome man in america cry because of her. (Slyly) Are you going to give her that satisfaction?"
You took a small step back and watch your poison work
Joseph: You're right. She don't deserve to have me cry over her. I'm the one who break girls hearts not the other way around. You know what enough of this self pity. (He stood up) I am going to take a bath and get dressed so that you and I can go get some drinks. You okay with that?
Hypocrite, you thought
You: Of course I am bro. Although I would prefer we went to new money instead.
Joseph: You want to go back to the old toad?
You: Is there any better way to show the world how okay you are other than that?
His lips curled up in a smile.
Joseph: I'm already going to go anyways so you don't have to use the venom with me sister.
You: What can I say? I had a great teacher.
He then turned around, grabbed a staff that laid in a corner and quickly began making his way towards the exit.
You: Wait. (He stopped) Are you sure you don't need my help with that?
He simply turned towards you with his grey eyes shinning in the light and smiled
Joseph: I am blind sis not crippled. I can manage myself.
True to his word the next time you saw him he was bathed, shaved and dressed in a three piece gray suit which complimented his eyes color perfectly while talking to dominic on the telephone in that cocky tone of a man who is used to getting his way. As soon as he saw you he asked.....
Joseph: Are you going to bring extra security madame president?
You: No. I trust Dominic and his team to have everything well in hand.
He smiled brightly for some time before he went back to speaking on the telephone.
Twenty minutes later, you both were seated on the back seat of a luxury sedan with Dom and a member of his team in the driver and front seats of the car.
Joseph: Are the reporters still there?
DOM: Not for long. (He then barked into his car radio) Turn on the extractor.
You watched with glee as the grass water sprinkler began to spray hot water which sent all the reporters scrambling for shelter.
Not a minute later Dominic sped through the driveway and out the main gate before the reporters could get a chance to recover.
.......
Meanwhile, unknown to you, as soon as Dominic sped through the main gate, a man in a service maintenance truck put down his custom made binoculars.
The man: Seems like you were right boss (He said to another man beside him)
The president has ditched most of the secret service in favor of her brother's security. Even though there are still some agents hanging around.
The Boss: As is to be expected.
(He casually blew out his cigar)
The president has an immense trust in the bulldog security network and on any other occasion she would have been proven right.
The man: So what's different about this occasion?
The Boss turned towards him with a cold devious smile that made his blood freeze.
The Boss: Because on this occasion they did not bring enough guards. On this occasion they let their guard down.
(He then spoke into his walkie talkie)
Start the car.
Let's go give madame president our regards.
Slowly but surely six service trucks started their engines...
And began tailing after you.