TheDevilInASong
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Johnathon Wright
Johnathon Wright is a man on the edge. His wife saw the signs a year ago and split town leaving John with a teenage daughter and his career, the same career that had changed him so dramatically. Twenty-five years ago John had been fresh out of law school and ready to conquer the world, and to some degree he had succeeded. He was one of the wealthiest and most reknowned lawyers in the world of big business, a man that other men wanted to be or to destroy. The problem was that on his way to the top John had sacrificed most everything that mattered to him so he could continue his climb, including his ethics and his family. Now with his wife gone and the pressures of his job mounting he was a man ready to unravel, and the only one left to witness his decline is his daughter, Eden."John, I hear you, but that doesn't change the fact that Northington is unhappy. I get the impression we're hanging onto this account by a thread," Corning explained as he sat back in his chair. "I talked with the Jerry and Rick and we think it might be best to send someone else over there to talk to them. I know you've been handling this personally for over fifteen years. That's why I wanted to speak to you in person."
John's eyes were on the floor of the posh office, as he wrung his hands together intently. Finally he stood quickly, causing the chair he had been sitting in to fall over backward. His eyes finally lifted and when they met his partner's eyes, they were filled with anger. He started to speak, but stopped himself, adjusting his tie instead before turning toward the door.
"Who?" John asked as he reached the office door and reached for the handle.
"I'm sorry?"
"Who are you sending to Northington?"
"Priscilla," Corning answered.
"Good choice, Peter," he responded, his voice tense. "Northington will love her."
An hour later, as Johnathon pulled his car into the three car garage at his home, he was still replaying the conversation in his head. And every time he thought of the betrayal, his blood began to boil hotter. By the time he entered the house, setting his brief case by the kitchen table and tossing his keys aside, he was enraged at what had happened.
His body was practically shaking with the attempt to restrain his fury as he stomped through the house, grumbling to himself and slamming his hands against the walls. He made his way to the study and fixed himself a glass of vodka, which he downed in two quick tosses of his head. After fixing himself another glass, John was just about to sit down at his desk when he heard music, loud music coming from upstairs. Coming from his daughter's room.
"How many fucking times do I have to tell her to keep her music down?" he asked himself, slamming the glass of vodka down on the desk. John stomped out of the study and up the stairs, determined to teach Eden a lesson.