#Chapter 43: It’s time to bury her

Alexander My uncle came striding down the hallway from his office to where I waited in the lobby, smiling wide and extending his arms out. He was wearing a crisp, expensive gray suit with a bold, plum purple tie and matching pocket square. “Nephew,” he said, pulling me in for a hug. “Uncle Conrad. It’s been a while.” I returned his gruff embrace, then stepped back and flashed him a grin. “Isn’t it always? We’re busy men. Here, walk with me.” Conrad was always in a hurry, and I had only called him an hour ago to request an appointment with the notoriously hotheaded CEO. Not as if he could refuse a meeting with me. I did, in fact, own fifty-one percent of the company that my uncle ran. I followed Conrad back down the brightly-lit hall and into his office, a huge corner suite with windows stretching across all the exterior walls. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes from his desk and motioned me along as he slipped through a barely visible door that opened onto a little privat