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Boston

Irony was a cruel fucking bitch, David thought with a snarl. He'd always dreamed of his boys sharing his dream with him, following in his footsteps as the proverb is so accurately put. Watching them on television, Fox news and the like, making masterpiece speeches with all the drama and flourish of an actor, pruning like peacocks, the finest bred peacocks, as he had groomed them.

Yet here they were. Pruning their own feather and spitting right in his face, slowly tearing his dream into shreds and drowning it in water to destroy it like melting snow. Edgar and Christopher, side by side, probably for the first time since they were children (they had always been such querulous when they were younger), destroying everything he had worked so hard to build.

"Of course I realise that due to a conflict of interest for obvious reasons," Edgar spoke with a firm confidence, well practiced and refined, "I will not be able to lead or participate in any regard to the investigation into Senator Wilcot and his staff regarding these serious allegations of corruption. Which is why I have left the oversee of these proceedings to my deputy, long-term colleague and personal friend, ASA Hortensia Thatchley."

"Mr. Wilcot, there have been some rumours circulating from the District Attorney's Office, that Judge Parllen was unwilling to sign the warrant, which lead to the seizing of over 85 incriminating files from Anderson, Michaels & Co. who have been working for your father for over ten years. What do you say to that?"

"I was not party to the meeting during which the warrant was signed. I cannot say whether Judge Parllen objected or what his reasons were if he did, only that the law evidently proved there was compelling reason to enforce it."

"There have also been accusations against your department. That yourself and Congressman Christopher Wilcot are using these corruption charges to disgrace your father in order to further your brother's ambition."

"Those are disgusting lies. Neither the Congressman nor myself are motivated by anything so base as greed or jealousy. In fact, to be quite candid, until a few days ago I fully supported the Senator against these proceedings that were being led by my department. When I was presented with certain evidence, however, which shall be presented in court when the date has been set, I was unable to continue such support of the Senator."

"Have you spoken with your father since you broke ties with him?"

"I have conversed with Senator Wilcot in the presence of his attorneys. Now, if you would excuse me, any further questions will have to be directed to ASA Thatchley."

"FUCK YOU!" David screamed at the TV, throwing the remote across the room, smashing half the ornaments on his bookshelf. He didn't really care about them anyway – they weren't even pretty. They just made his office look more delicate, to put people at ease with a little effeminacy as they stepped into his office. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You little shits I gave you everything! EVERYTHING!"