My Greatest
Chapter One: ROTTI AND AMBER
Amber held her older brother's hand as the two were walking down a dark corridor in her father's mansion. Of course, her name wasn't Amber, and as she looked up, she couldn't tell which of her older brothers it was. She was five, maybe six. They were walking towards a terrible woman's voice screeching obscenities.
"Carmela! Where the fuck are you, you silly bitch?!" screeched the woman. Carmela (Amber. My name is Amber now, Daddy) gripped her brother's hand tighter as they entered a room lit only by a blazing fire that caused shadows to flicker and grope at her as she approached the woman.
"Miss Largo?"
Amber, still groggy, began to recover from her dose of GeneCo-manufactured zydrate. She was sitting in her reserved seat at GeneCo, and a surGen was standing in front of her, waving her hand in front of Amber's face like an idiot (Like a silly bitch).
With a small headache branching through her brain, Amber grabbed blindly and snagged the surGen's collar. She didn't have enough strength in her arms to pull the woman towards her just yet, however.
"Miss Who?"
"Miss-"
"Miss Sweet!" Amber relaxed her grip and let the surGen go on with what she had woken Amber for.
"Your surgery is finished. Your nose was successfully replaced. It was just a minor gash, but we swapped it out completely and gave you a brand new one."
"How's it look?"
"Beautiful as always, Miss Sweet."
Amber took a moment to gather herself before attempting to stand. She prodded her new nose and rubbed her eyes. "Charge it to Daddy's tab."
"Of course, Miss Sweet."
Amber began stumbling out of the GeneCo clinic and realized she hadn't eaten yet. Her breakfast and lunch had been spent repairing the damage done to her nose by her asshole of a brother. With her two valets marching behind her, Amber made her way to her father's limousine, which sat idling in front of the clinic.
The door opened, and Amber sat across from her father, slamming the door before her valets could step in. They can take the next car, Amber thought to herself. Rotti sat with his cold, angry face. His two henchgirls (So goddamned pale!) sat on either side of him with no expression on either face.
"Daddy-dearest, how do you like it?" squeaked Amber. Whenever she spoke to her father, it was always in a high-pitched baby-doll voice.
"How much was it?" was her father's only response. The limo driver pulled away from the curb as Amber searched her father's face for any sign of approval or disappointment.
"I 'unno, Daddy."
"Amber, we need to talk."
"'Bout what, Daddy?"
"GeneCo."
"You mean, the CEO posit-"
"You're going to run it into the ground if you continue with your constant surgeries," said Rotti. Amber couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not.
"Oh, but Daddy, I gotta keep changing! I'm just a few more operations away from being perfect!"
Rotti's face remained unmoving as he stared at his daughter, until the smallest smile cracked at the corner of his lips. "Amber, honey, you're as perfect as you can be."
Amber blushed as Rotti pinched her cheek softly. The two henchgirls looked at each other and gave the smallest sign of disgust at the father's ooey-gooey love over his daughter. His greatest.
