Chapter 7
Slade Princeton walked into his brother's office that Wednesday morning to see Jagger working diligently. Unfortunately for the second eldest brother, being a valuable worker wasn't going to save him from his elder brother's wrath. Jagger glanced up at his brother wondering what he was doing in the politician's office. Surely, something was vexing Slade.
"May I help you?" inquired Jagger quietly unprepared for Slade's reaction.
"You fucking dated Amber Rhodes!? What the hell is wrong with you?" demanded a furious businessman, "That's sick and wrong! You know how I fucking love her." Jagger raised an eyebrow and smirked. Take note thought Jagger he still loves her as much as he did when we younger.
"You love her!?" said Jagger with fake interest, "Even after that breakup? That's real loyalty, Slade." His older brother looked infuriated and felt the sudden urge to break Jagger's skull into thousands of tiny dust particles.
"I mean I used to," snarled the eldest Princeton, "How could I ever like someone like her? But you fucking dated her?!" Jagger wiped his face from the drops of spit that had landed on his face from Slade's yelling. As unprofessional as that was, Slade's anger could not have been avoided as hard as he tried.
Jagger smirked and replied, "Get over it, Slade. If it helps, we broke up!"
Slade screamed in response, "I fucking know that!" He quickly left the room to get some of his own work done. Sometimes, he wondered what his brothers really did without his knowledge. He rushed into his own office dreading the next three weeks until Chazz's graduation. He couldn't comprehend why he actually was excited for his youngest brother's major step in life. He brushed some of his long onyx hair from his eyes.
"I am so tired of this shit," grumbled Slade as he turned on his laptop. He really dreaded his life at the moment. He had an ex-girlfriend who was basically out to destroy him, a lying brother, and a business to run that was going downhill for some reason that probably involved him.
His office once again rang. Who needs me now wondered Slade angrily. He answered "What do you want?"
The secretary responded with her tone that meant this job truly sucks, "Miss Rhodes has sent you a package. Would you wish for someone to bring that up to you sir?" Slade sighed contemplating whether he should accept this gift or not. It couldn't possible kill him.
"Whatever," he replied before he hung up the phone. He reclined in his leather seat hoping that whatever was being delivered was worth something valuable. He dreaded waiting for the package.
A few minutes later, a man knocked on Slade's office door. "Come in," barked the businessman allowing the delivery man to enter. The man in a blue uniform handed the small box to Slade then left abruptly. I might as well open it Slade's brain whispered softly to its possessor. He grabbed his box knife from the small compartment in his desk.
Once the twenty-six year old opened the box, he slowly took out the objects within the box. He held a DVD with no title in a clear case. How vague Slade observed as he pulled out a form for the eviction postponement or cancellation. Then he found that was in his possession a CD.
After watching the DVD about poverty, animal cruelty, deforestation, urbanization, global warming, and cloning, Slade officially detest all this political and environment mumbo-jumbo. Why should he care at all? Then he placed the CD in the small stereo behind a fake plant in his office. I wonder what's on here thought Slade as he turned up the volume. Much to his dismay, it was more political activist songs that drove him crazy. The only decent one he listened to was Revolution by the Beatles.
"This girl is getting on my last nerve," grumbled Slade unhappily. He didn't give a shit about anyone but himself or anything that could possibly benefit him. Why does she care about things that aren't a part of her life, and why would she want me to give a fuck wondered an unaffected Slade Princeton. He needed some way to make Amber shut up indirectly.
It was against his nature to want to save the planet like some hippie in the seventies, but Slade would start the LSD and pot to make Amber shut up for once in her goddamned life. I have to do something about her Slade mentally noted. Somehow, his ex still managed to try to get him into the "Let's Save the World" groove, and he wanted to either kill himself or her. He was, of course, unsure of his emotions and thought about her a great deal, but there was no way that some liberal magazine editor was going to bring Slade down.
"There must be something I can do," the currently annoyed Slade said softly. He smirked softly trying hard not to laugh from his devious thoughts that filled his mind. It wouldn't work, but the idea was genius and it came from a very fond memory.
Flashback
"Slade, I am not going to go out with that boy just because you could see me destroy him. I refuse to date someone who wants to be in the military, hunts, and smokes. You'll get over it, won't you?" Amber said rushing through the school hallway after class that day. Slade grinned and chuckled.
"Okay Miss Picky, what kind of boy are you interested in? I mean you apparently don't want a hunting military boy?" Slade asked slyly. They were both in the middle of their senior year and single.
"A strong, smart, diplomatic, business-like, and funny man, silly," replied Amber Rhodes with a little girlish giggle. Slade grinned as they reached outside of the school. He put an arm around her teasingly. It didn't matter if they were dating or not, Slade was determined to win her over.
"Like me, perhaps?" asked Slade pulling her close making his best friend blush a deep shade of red. He wiped some of her brown hair from her eyes. The oldest Rhodes siblings looked up at him in curiosity.
"Well," she responded while raising an eyebrow, "You haven't exactly shown an interest have you? I mean, maybe once you mature, then we can talk about it." Slade grinned as he pulled her close to his chest. He knew that they wouldn't get together on that day, but he wanted to do something to at least give her a clue that he liked her more than he could bear.
"You don't know that," Slade laughed as he brushed his fingers through her hair, "Maybe we can get together once I control Princeton corporation, but showing that you like someone and liking someone is very different, Ambie." Slade kissed his friend on the forehead after he dropped her off at her home.
Before he left to get to his own large house, he turned to face Amber, "I'll talk to you tonight, but if I were you, I would try to elaborate on how I should show I like you if I liked you. Confusing a poor man never did any good."
End of Flashback
Slade smiled and thought maybe Amber needs is a military, meat-eating, obnoxious man. Somehow, that could possibly work.
Mew Kazurinu: So will Slade try to get Amber a new man? Will Jagger tell Amber about Slade screaming at him? Will Slade have another hissy fit? Find out next chapter.