[Zach]

How long had he stood there? He glared at the oversized hole in the ground. Decker never anticipated such a day. He firmly believed that his Father would outlive him. Yet there he stood, wondering why he ever entertained such a delusional thought. Of the few who came, he was the only one to stay. Even the wake was devoid of friends or family. There was nothing he could do or even say to himself at this moment. He was lost, just plainly existing at this moment.

“Are you ready?” Asked a quiet yet solemn voice from behind him.

He came to his senses as he turned to his driver.

“Not really, but I don’t have a choice.” Decker calmly replied.

“Let us go then.”

The drive back had been long. Passing by places he remembered only in his early childhood. Medicai was a city he had lived in his entire life, yet knew very little about. Decker owned an apartment on the far east side of town.  It was only a few blocks from his work, so he had very little reason to explore much farther than that. All of his favorite places were relatively close too.

After some time they had finally arrived. Before getting out, Decker reached into his jacket and pulled out a small envelope.

“Here, go home.” He handed it to the driver.

“What is th-”

“Your severance. Thank you.” Decker interrupted as he closed the door.

His father was gone, which meant there was no need to keep his staff around.

Decker took a deep breath and looked up at his apartment. The tall silver-lined building was his bastion. A place of serenity for him. Where he could be alone, and with his thoughts.

“I think it's time for a drink.” He said quietly to himself, letting out a long slow breath.