Solve a problem
by not opening doors
that we want to keep close
- Grady
"Jacqueline Corbin Guillaume." Bruce gives each of us her file before he is seated on the leather couch we have in our home office. The man let me fix him a glass from the crystal decanter of our finest scotch. I poured another two for Percy and myself before joining them on the sofa.
Percy sat as I took my seat to his front, while Bruce stayed still and drank the scotch with appreciation. I looked at my little brother who had started reading her file. His eyebrows contracted every time he found a situation that was not to his liking, I haven't even opened the folder.
"Jacqueline is a royalty, alright. Her mom is so loaded she shits gold bricks. Damn, brother." Percy starts stifling through the folder and then
