My Greatest Rage
Chapter One: ROTTI AND LUIGI
"So what's up with Pea-Brained-Pavi's face, Pop?"
Rotti looked up from his work. He had once again been so busy signing and writing that he had failed to notice another of his offspring (Children, Rotti corrected himself) slinking into his room. Luigi was sitting in one of the leather chairs with his leg hitched up atop his knee. He was picking at his thumb nail with the tip of a freshly-cleaned blade.
"Luigi, what are you still doing here? I figured you would have gone home by now."
"Aw, Pop, I'm not a slacker like Pavi. Or Amber. I'll stay 'til we're all finished here."
"Luigi, stop fishing. I told you I'd make my decision without your help. Secondly, what exactly are you doing that can be considered 'work'?" Rotti snarled. He tried to hold himself back a little, but his (Children) were really getting on his nerves recently. He had made the mistake a few weeks ago of mentioning that he was considering an heir for GeneCo, for the day that would come when (God forbid) he would leave GeneCo in the hands of one of the three. He had hated himself for even considering it.
"Aw, Pop, why do you hafta shoot my down like that? Can't an honest man do some honest work?" Luigi said. Rotti was quickly losing faith in Luigi, who managed to give that last line while still focusing more on the dried blood beneath his nails than Rotti himself.
"You didn't answer the question, Luigi," Rotti said with a sigh. This could all be time spent working.
"Well, uh, let's see…" Luigi started. There was a long silence as Luigi looked up from grooming his hands with his knife, which he placed to his lip in concentration. "I, uh-"
A quiet knock interrupted Luigi, and a Gentern walked in. "Here's the order forms you requested, Mr. Largo."
She had barely turned away from Rotti's desk to leave the room when Luigi darted across the office with his knife brandished, moving at an incredible speed. She let out a gasp as the tip of the blade slipped quickly between her ribs. Toppling backwards, she clawed as Luigi's arm before slamming against Rotti's plate-glass window. Cracks branched away from the impact-point, and a second later, the two Largo men listened as she fell through the window, screaming. Neither heard the smack of her body hitting the pavement dozens of stories down.
"Luigi!" Rotti roared.
"What?! She interrupted me! That bitch took my knife, too! Look at the fuckin' mess she made!"
"Luigi, just go home! You've already done more damage than good. Now I have to call the disposal crew to clean her up and get someone to replace this goddamn window! There's no point in me working in here either if it's going to freezing and windy! You've ruined my evening!" Rotti roared. He wasn't usually one to lose his temper, but Luigi's rage brought out the worst in him.
"Pop, what the fuck is the matter?! You saw, she deserved it! We were having a conversa-"
"Go home! Now!" Rotti slammed his fists against his desktop to emphasize his total loss of patience. Luigi stood up, stomped out, and slammed the door. Rotti squeezed his eyelids with two fingers and took a deep breath.