Mitchum Huntzberger sat in his study, slouched in his brown leather chair
Mitchum Huntzberger sat in his study, slouched in his brown leather chair. His right hand rubbing his temple, his eyes were closed, his face expressionless. He sighed, a deep, heavy sigh while sitting up; rubbing his hands over his face and through his hair. A framed picture on his desk caught his eye, normally when he looked at it he thought as though they were happy; His son Logan, his wife, and son, but then he saw the stone empty expression his son wore and began to see the picture for what it really was. His son's eyes were dull even in the bright lights. The blonde woman in front had society smile plastered on her face while angling her hands to make sure the rock on her finger was seen. And then the boy; wearing a smirk, one so unlike his father's, while his eyes focused darkly into the camera.
Mitchum turned the frame over and removed the backing. He carefully extracted the picture that lay behind it. He dreamily gazed at the couple that smiled out at him. Their love and happiness flowed out of the image. He smiled down at it, they were made for each other. A shout from down the hall stirred him from his thoughts, a shout that was quickly followed by his door swinging open.
"Have you seen the news?"
Mitchum sighed yet again, 'if only the picture hadn't been pushed to the back'.
"No Tyler I haven't"
Tyler hastily walked over to the television and turned it on.
Tyler James Huntzberger, his grandson. 'Ha!' Mitchum thought, 'he is anything but'. The sixteen year old was ruthless, cold, and power-hungry. Being his only grandchild made him the sole heir to HPG, the company Logan currently ran. And ran it he did, very well in fact. He was a compassionate smooth talker willing to do whatever he could to get the job done, while keeping his soul intact.
Tyler flipped through channels until he landed upon the news.
Anchor: Yesterday the New York Times hired Lorelai 'Lia' Gilmore as a reporter. The eighteen year old was recently published in what turned out to be the most read article. But there is more about this girl than just her achievements. Christi reports.
Christi: Lorelai 'Lia' Gilmore, daughter of overseas correspondent Lorelai Gilmore, defiantly inherited more than just her mothers striking eyes. Her writing abilities have surpassed those who have been in the business for years. Soon to be a Columbia graduate, this girl didn't get it all from her mother. You will all be surprised to find out that Lia Gilmore is more Lia Gilmore Huntzberger. Lia is Logan Huntzberger's daughter, it looks as thought HPG has a new heir, I mean heiress…
Tyler clicked the television off and tossed the remote into a nearby chair. Turning, he faced Mitchum who stood frozen with his mouth agape.
Buzz, "Ms. Gilmore you have a call on line four."
"Thank you Jane," Rory picked up the phone and leaned back into her chair, "Gilmore here."
"Mom!" the other side echoed.
Rory quickly sat back up to the sound of her daughter's distressed voice. "Lia? What is it? What's wrong?"
"I'm everywhere!"
"What?"
"The news, is it true?!"
Rory furrowed her brown, "Is what true?"
"That I'm a Huntzberger?"
Rory froze instantly, ringing filled her ears, her phone left her grip and fell onto the desk. She whipped her chair to face her computer and immediately brought up the news.
Huntzberger Love Child
HPG Heir-ESS
Illegitimate Huntzberger
Gilmore Huntzberger
Tears flooded Rory's eyes and poured out. 'How could this have happened?!' Rory had kept the secret so well for so long….
Christi, Christi Williams would sink this low. She was the only one who would do something like this, only because her daughter, Jessica didn't get published whereas Rory's not only got published but hired.
Rory reluctantly picked her phone back up and whispered, "Yes" into the receiver. Sobs were now heard on both ends as the Lorelai's were unwillingly being pushed towards the media, society, and as Rory feared, the Huntzberger's.
