As the man walked down the gravel pathway towards the large three story house, he couldn't help but ponder about his latest case.
She was a troubled girl, no doubt: he'd seen those sad, empty eyes a hundred times before and had no reason to believe he wouldn't see them a hundred more. He was determined, as always, to show these poor unfortunate souls that there was hope in a cold, cruel world filled with pre destined purposes and laid out plans.....
After the war had ended thirteen years ago, James Sterling had been a very rich man. He profited off deaths who he claimed were at the fault of those pointing the guns and missiles. "I was just the messenger!" Was a common phrase cried in hopes that the guilt could somehow be shifted onto others. He spent his days surrounded by wealth and beauty. Why, just recently, James had refurbished his indoor arcade to make room for a lavish jacuzzi and fire pit as it was too cold to swim outside this year around.
BANG, BANG
Glancing at the door, James eyed the peephole before seeing a brunette man standing there waiting.
Opening the door, he eyes the man and impatiently asks "can I help you?"
Clearing his throat the brunette man speaks, "Good evening sir, I was wondering if I could have a few words with you on a very personal matter?"
"Oh? And what would that be?" James sneered " The poor puppies being put down at the shelter? Sick children poisoned with radiation? I've had it with you moochers thinking you can just take what I have and do away with it for your own personal causes!"
Sensing that this could take a turn for the worse, the man decides to blurt out the reason for his visit.
"Sir, you have a daughter and these papers here state that you are to be her new guardian!"
His response was a disbelieving stare. And then-
"I beg your pardon?"
" I have the papers right here as proof..."
Snatching them out of his hands, James quickly skimmed the papers before stating
" I shall sort this matter out myself! Who can I speak to about this problem?"
" There is a social worker waiting at the hospital about twenty miles from here...you can meet your daughter there as well."
Nodding, James slammed the door shut, and prepared himself for the storm that was about to come.
