Category: Hurt, no comfort
Summary: What would happen if David Warner is very unhappy about the nature of Blair's relationship to Jo?
Disclaimer: Character death
Beta: doughts
In The Best Interest
„Jo! Oh, Jo! I am so sorry!" Blair sobbed.
The former heiress of Warner Industries sat barefooted, dressed in a plain white hospital gown. She was huddled in a corner of her bare hospital room that had been her 'home' for some years now. Her body gently rocked back and forth as she shed her tears, arms hugging herself for comfort.
Unbeknownst to her, a visitor stood behind the large mirror window and observed her grieving.
No one, not even her friends, would have recognized this broken human as the former Blair Warner, heiress of Warner Industries. It was pity to look at her. She had so much promise once. Intelligent, beautiful and aware of the demands of a high profile social life. Nothing was left of that now. Only a shell of that promise sat on that floor. The visitor shook his head. Even in this state of being it wasn't proper for her to sit there.
He turned to the woman next to him. She was a doctor paid by him to solely treat the young woman in that room. He gave her instructions and the doctor confirmed this with a nod and a crisp: "Yes, Mr. Warner!"
The doctor had no scruples in carrying out what she was ordered to do. She was paid to well to be burdened by those.
She and two heavy male nurses entered the room. Before the door to the room closed, loud voices, a terrified scream and shuffling could be heard in the hallway. Then there was silence and with loud click the door closed, effectively muffling every other sounds from the inside.
The CEO of Warner Industries had left before he could witness what was happing to his daughter. He was on his way to his yearly visits to the person who in his opinion was responsible for the whole situation.
David Warner stopped in front of a black stone. White letters brightly proclaimed the name and the picture above them smiled onto the fresh bundle of flowers that lay on the grass. They were probably left by the parents.
David Warner deliberately crushed the blossoms of the bouquet with his shiny hand made shoes.
He was an angry man.
And especially angry at the dead person lying here that still was very much present, as his visit to his daughter had proven. He himself had conjured this haunting ghost when he had ordered his most trusted men to run over Jo Polniaczeck on her bike with a truck.
Nobody could have forseen that only a couple of yards away from that scene his daughter had been an eyewitness to the accident. Nobody could foresee that Blair Warner would helplessly watch her girlfriend dying in her arms, or that she would be there to witness the gruesome death.
He spat on the gravestone that showed the devilishly smiling face of the young woman that had stolen his daughter away from him in more ways than he could have ever imagined.
His daughter had blamed herself for the death at first and it had broken her heart. With time and his attentive care she had gotten better. Then the idea to look for justice had emerged in his daughters head.
She had gone on a mad quest for justice. Once she had figured out the truth and who and what was the real reason for the accident, she had sworn revenge against her father.
Once again David Warner had been forced to act in the best interest and to keep the good reputation of his company intact before his daughter would tarnish it with her wild accusations. He sighed.
He was lucky enough to have a second daughter. He turned and walked to the car waiting for him. He was confident to do a better job as father with her.
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