Chapter 1
Eleanor
The business world is very dangerous. Its filled with absurd love for money, fame and MURDER. Every business person regardless of their gender have one thing in common: they could commit murder or get murdered at anytime.
It's like my father used to say- "Murder can happen anytime, anywhere to anyone. We can't prevent it."
It's very common for business people to get killed, maybe even too common. In these cases the police will figure something out and they're always right OR, so thought...
Cause one thing I know for sure-
My father's death was a PLANNED MURDER...
I know the police are wrong. He wasn't depressed, even if he was he wouldn't do suicide. He had too much to lose.
My only escape from this hell was NOTHING. There was no escape. I had zero friends, zero hobbies. Nothing caught my interest, and nothing was good enough for me.
Everyone was either scared of me or they found me DISGUSTING...
After they saw my mom's gifts that were on my skin, they would never face me. My scars were horrendous. My mom liked her belt a lot, what can I say...
"Miss. Clyde, Do you have anything to say?" The priest asks. "No, I don't..." Eleanor says, while buring her thoughts.
After the funeral.