The front door closed behind me with a snick - like a jail cell. I'd be imprisoned here until I did as Father asked - become like him. I closed my eyes and tried to slow my breathing. As my father's daughter, all of this - whether I wanted it or not - was mine.
The basketball player in the room to my left, being schooled on how to snort cocaine. The high-stakes poker game in the library down the hall - I could smell the money from where I stood. Smell the greed. And the accountant who pressed himself against a maid in the hallway upstairs. s*x, drugs, want and money. All given and taken away at the whim of my father.
This was my inheritance. My kingdom.
And I despised it.
With careful steps I climbed up to my room (I knew where it was, knew it wouldn't have changed), my hands sliding a
