11/29/2021 The Invisible SceneA short story submitted by Anonymous They were seated by the large spotless windows overlooking the waters of the Eliot Bay. The high ceiling with low hanging dim lights above each table illuminated the open gilded dining room. She doubted, however, that her brother would notice the lavish restaurant since it was customary for him to whip out his iPhone and text any of his numerous potential investors whenever they ate out.
This time, however, Conner had his phone face down on the crisp white table cloth, hands clasped and eyes on his sister. “Forget dad,” he said, signaling over to a waiter. “Let’s focus on someone who actually gives a shit about us.” Without turning to face the server--now standing at his side--he asks them to list the different drinks they offered, even with it already listed on the menu he was now studying. Even after the waiter left with his order, he continued to scan the menu. “Reason I didn’t order anything before you decided to show up late is because I didn’t want anything,” she said. Connor just shrugged, turning to the back of the menu. “You will soon,” he said, matter of factly. She tilted her head, her slick brown bob swaying. “What? Daddy cut you off, and now you need to call a meeting to see how I am gonna help you solve this new development in your life?” she asked sweetly. That made him look up, jaw tightening. He closed the leatherbound menu, sitting back in his chair, arms crossing, and a smirk settling on his perfect face. “Let’s not forget the little princess got cut off too.” She smiled tightly, crossing her own arms to mirror him. “Well, I’m not the one spending over a hundred dollars on a bottle of wine.” She continued on with her sweet smile, “And I am certainly not the one spending a ridiculous amount of money on jewelry to publicize daddy’s money to the world.” She made a point to look at his gold rings that wrapped around every other finger that was now back gripping the menu again, very tightly. He sighed, tipping back his head slowly, careful not to disturb any of the hair perfectly styled on his head. “Look,” he said, “I think I know how we can get back our money from another family member.” She raised one manicured eyebrow. “You think grandma is going to give us a single penny?” His eyes glittered like they used to when they were kids. Raising his hand to single the waiter again, he said to her with a sly smile, “She will if we plan it right.” Comments are closed.
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