It had been nearly three and a half weeks since the burial of Rotti Largo, and about a good month after the Opera. What a fateful night, dreadful at best. Amber sat at her desk, formerly being her fathers. Her eyes were closed, cheeks stained with black, the drippings of her mascara ran down her pale face. Amber hadn't eaten properly in a few days, she was tired, and more so than ever, she was angry. Slowly she let her hand fall from under her chin, and to the small panel on her desk, in which she would use to contact her brothers. She pressed an index finger onto a big blue button, paging them. "Luigi, Pavi…please, come here…" She said softly, trying her best to hide her broken voice. She sat up straight, taking a tissue to her eyes and patting them down, then only to wipe the make up from off her face. She'd compose herself. Though it was obvious, she was in pain, her heart was heavy with some for of regret. She missed her father. Despite their general dysfunction. She was always, daddy's little girl.

"Yeah, yeah we're on our way!" The belligerent voice responded, snapping Amber back into reality. Luigi became more of a right hand man for Amber, with less obedience. She had to admit, he made her look pretty good. Though he too, was missing his father. He'd rather not show it. He pulled Pavi along, forcing him away from one of the GENterns and off into the direction of Amber's office. "C'mon you horny fuck face, Amber is in need, and with how fucking delicate she's been lately, you best do the talking, I'm no good with prissy feelings and being sensitive!" Luigi instructed of his young brother.

Pavi nodded, looking back at the GENtern. "Oh-a si, si…Amber has-a been very upset since-a the death of-a Papa, si…" He said sighing and walking along side Luigi. He held his hand held mirror tightly, preening himself as he slipped in passed the doors to Amber's office. "Sorella bella!" He said smoothly, in a light song like flow. He smiled at Amber. "Oh-a Amber, you-a look dashing today, si, Pavi likes-a what you-a have done with-a your hair!"

Luigi rolled his eyes and slammed a hand to his face, following Pavi in, and shoving passed him as he sat down on a chair, like always. The same ones positioned in their fathers office.

Amber frowned. "You idiot, I haven't done my hair at all today, I woke up like this…" She said and took a deep breath. Amber pulled out some paper work and handed it to Luigi.

Pavi shrugged. "O-oh-a, well it-a looks nice!" He said awkwardly and sat down, keeping his head down for a bit before deciding to distract himself with more self absorbed admiration of himself.

Luigi looked over the paper work and glanced at Amber skeptically. "What is this, you couldn't have come up with all this in just a month?" He questioned and stood up, walking over to Amber's side. "Where did you find this?"

Amber pursed out her lips as she applied a gloss coating to them. She shrugged. "I'm not sure what it is, or how to enforce it just yet, but I found it!" She said. "Daddy must have written it out, for future GeneCo plans…" She stated. "Never got around to them…however, I know we should put his ideas to use, if we want to maintain this form of life…" Luigi nodded, he agreed, and he was best with paper work, he'd have to come up with a way to use his fathers ideas. Amber could propose them, and add to it. And, it was best they leave the stage acting and show for Pavi, Pavi wasn't good with these kinds of things. He was more of a pretty face, and good personality more so than the brains. They'd make him a topic of this all if needed.

"So, where do we begin?" Amber slowly said standing up and walking over to get a glass of was the only thing keeping her going.

Pavi sighed. "Sorella, I-a am sorry, but you can not-a do a thing until you take care of-a yourself, you-a look like a fate worse than-a death!" He said, hoping not to upset her. "Have you eaten lately?" He said, clearly concerned. "Sorella, Amber..per favore, be-a strong, you-a can cry, and talk to us, but-a bottling it up will-a not help!" Pavi said.

Luigi huffed. "He is right, we all know you are upset about Pa's death!"

Amber pouted and sat down, putting her face in her hands. "I know…" She whispered and soon felt the warm hands of her brother pull her close.

Pavi pulled her hair back as he held her. "Let's-a talk, Luigi…do-a stay for this, she-a needs you too, though she-a wont admit it!"

Rolling his eyes, Luigi sat beside them. "Fine!" And so they talked, Amber was weaker than they had thought at that moment. It would be a long night, and a long ways away before any new ideas would be sprouting from GeneCo.