What He Felt

Krester aggressively uncorked the wine bottle, swiftly filling a glass with it's crimson contents. He grabbed the glass and almost emptied it into his mouth.

"Careful, Krester. Don't forget we still have work tomorrow." Kreeya reminded, resting her head on the bar counter which was just beside the living room.

"Oh, fuck it. Fuck work. Fuck the company." He emptied the last content in his glass and reached for more.

"Frankly speaking, I hate that I'm a part of this family."

"Watch your tongue, Krester. The Pembertons are the most powerful family at the moment. Do you have any idea the thousands praying to be in your position?" Their mother scolded him, showing up in the living room and walking towards them.

Krester rolled his eyes halfway and swigged from his glass.

In no time, Valerie was with them, but didn't sit.

"I understand things aren't going your way right now. But that's the point. Nothing good comes easy." She added.

"Well, having a sane grandmother would have made t