I walk into the house. I'm tired. I walk into the kitchen. I open the fridge and there is absolutely nothing inside. I sigh and close it. I grab a LP and my record player. It plays knocking on heavens doors. I sigh. I sit down, my living room doesn't have any pictures anymore, five months or so ago it was filled with photos from Lisa and me. that time was so magical, I grab a bottle of whiskey. I feel my contempt for my father deep in my broken heart. I should have known, well how could I have known? I am so good at my job that no one can tell the difference between a real person and a robot. I cannot tell our robots from real people anymore and actually I didn't want to do that for my father but he forced me to. So now evrybody you meet could be a robot. There is no modern technology in my house except my phone and sometimes I use a flipphone instead. I feel extremely hollow.  I sigh when suddenly my two dog enter the room. "Hi my boys" one is a black Belgian shepherd, Jekkyl and an australian shepherd, Hyde. I love them with all my heart. the lick my face like it is a lolly. I love them so much, "at least I have you two, right? Who wants a treat?" They follow me to the kitchen. I smile, the dogs remind me of childhood, oh how I would like to be younger. I order some sushi and fall asleep with my dogs on my couch.

The next morning I wake up early. I shower and shave and I pick a suit. My driver is waiting for me when I say goodbye to my dogs. Not much later I arrive at the main house of my father where his will shall be read. There aren't many people but some people I don't know personally when I hear a familiar voice. It's Leander to my surprise, with his dad. I know his dad very very well, he was a good friend of my father but I never met his family. "Mister Faye, you haven't aged a bit." I say shaking his hand. "I'm sorry for your loss Hugh" "Thank you, I'll work through it, the worst thing is the publicity so I don't get the privacy to mourn." "I get that" "I didn't know you two knew eachother this well." Leander says. I smile. "You've met?" Mister Faye asks. I nod "Yesterday." The reading begins. We all sit down. First some not very important people get some things and after that I hear this "The remainder of my fortune, my houses, my titles, and my company shall go to my one and only son Hugh Flanagan." I'm surprised he gave me so much. I'm flabbergasted. Somebody approaches me telling I really should give the press my official statement. I go outside and a lot of jounalists are waiting. I sigh. "Firstly I want to say that this has really hurt me and I feel like many people might judge people for having their own way of grieving but I think we should all be allowed to mourn in piece. Now about my Dad's actual passing, my father passed in his sleep of completely natural causes. I'm very sad to lose my dad but life is something that will always end unfortunaly. And thats a very hard truth of the human nature and to be honest I don't want to accept it but I must." "Who is the owner of the company now?" a journalist asks. "My father gave the remainder of his houses, fortune and his company to me and I shall honour him by running the company the way he would have wanted." and that's an utter lie I think to myself. All journalists begin to ask more questions. "I don't have any further comments." I say when somebody says: "Were your father and you troubled?" I turn around "All families have rough patches but I've always respected and loved my father with all my heart" second utter lie. I walk back into the mansion towards the garden to smoke a cigarette, my hand are trembling, I'm stressed. This is all too much for me.

What to do? I'm a lonely rich business man now, I'm almost resembling my father. I find one of my employees, the one who was my father's right hand man and who probably hates me because the company is now mine while he thinks he deserves it. Well, I guess he's not entirely wrong he's been there from the beginning of the empire and he had my dad's trust and now he has to build that same trust with me while I already kind of hate him. "Mister Walters, I'm sorry I need to warrant us to talk about work but I want this done as soon as possible. I want a new small departement in the company. I want a few people trained in psychology and philosophy so I want a special ethics departement." "I will look for qualified people." "Thank you, I shall see you tomorrow." I walk into the garden and try to find my lighter. "Enjoying the fresh air?" Leander asks sarcasticly. I nod and I found my lighter so I light my cigarette. "You know smoking kills you?" Leander says "You know saying that makes you sound like an goody two shoes asshole?" he laughs. "Maybe I'm saying this because I care about your lungs" He says "Maybe I'm saying this because those lungs are already fucked" "Why?" "Because I smoke dumbass" he laughs as if he's flattered. "Do you ever say something nice that's true?" I shrug "No human is nice from their heart, being nice is a selfish thing. Being truthful is something else, it's not betraying yourself." "Why are you nice to my father than?" "Because I cannot be truthful about everything in this world. That's how this world works." he nods we look at the trees when his father calls him. "I need to go" He walks towards him, "Hey" I say, he turns around. "Can I Have your number Leander?" He smiles. "Sure what for? business?" I shake my head "What about a dinner sometime?" He smiles and gives a card with his phonenumber "Call me"