Written for the 'bad day' challenge. A/U obviously.
Title: Redundant
He looked around his office. He'd accumulated too much in the past twenty years. It was going to take him a good couple of days to box everything up.
He remembered clearly the day Ben Adar had offered the office to him. "Best views of the river in the building, Bill."
Ben was a good man, unlike his asshole of a son.
Richard had started out telling him politely. "It's the GFC, Bill."
Following with more than one valid excuse. "We'll be saving a lot of money by hiring kids straight out of college."
After a while, things turned personal. "You aren't a team player. You resist change. Fuck, Bill, it took us almost a year to get you to use email!"
Richard, Dick as Bill had secretly started calling him quite a few years ago, finally stuck the knife in and twisted it. "You're an old man. You should have given in and retired years ago, Adama."
He had merely nodded and returned to his office, where someone had conveniently already delivered a dozen packing boxes.
What could he tell that moron, anyway? That everyone knew he would never hold a candle to his father? That everyone knew that all the sensible decisions were made by Laura Roslin? That everyone, even Margaret Adar, knew he was banging Laura Roslin to ensure she never left the firm to start up her own rival business?
Bill smiled for the first time. Adar would be out of business within a year.
He would have liked to have told Adar the reason he'd clung onto his position and never retired.
That he had stayed on purely because of his loyalty to Laura Roslin.
And that it broke his heart to see them together.
"She deserves to be more than your mistress, you prick."