The Internet Murders continues..........

Cory was in his office on Bay Street. He couldn’t stop thinking of the girl. What was his problem? Maybe his buddies were right. He needed a life. Cory thought that Corporate was not making him happy. He would tell his father today. He needed to do something more with his life. Cory walked down the hall and stood in front of the grand double doors. He walked inside without knocking. The older man sat at the desk, behind him a breathtaking view of the city. They were high enough to see the lake. “You should knock, Cory. I could have been with someone.” “Dad, I want to talk to you.” Cory’s father looked up at his beautiful son who showed so much promise. Already his son was making more money than he ever did at his age. Of course Cory did have it easier because of his own station in life; however he was smart and earned every bit he was making. “Sit down, son.” Cory sat on the designer sofa, made to impress rather than comfort. The entire room spelled luxury. It wasn’t really a room. It was the size of an entire apartment, bar and all. It also had a separate area, for a king size bed, where his father would sleep many nights. Cory was sure that his father always slept here alone, regardless of the size of his bed. Everything his father did was grand. His mistress was money. He was no longer happy making mere millions. Cory wondered if his father was ever really capable of loving anyone. He was sure that his father wanted Cory to join him to help maximize his empire. He knew that he didn’t trust anyone except for him and his mother. Cory wondered whether his father placed so much importance on money because of his humble beginnings. His mother was happy being host to everyone at a moment’s notice. She didn’t mind him being away because he seemed absent when he was home. When he did come home, he would spend most of his time in his home office, and many nights Cory would awaken to hear his father speaking to someone in China or Japan or someone in Europe during their own time zones. It was probably more relaxing when his father was at the office. He looked out at the view of the city. It was beautiful. He could see the CN Tower, which you could hardly see now from street level, because there was a new high-rise being built on every parking lot. The growth was exciting for his father, who profited by this expansion. “Dad, I want to leave the company.” Excerpt From: Silva Redigonda. “The Internet Murders.