Samuel Taylor

Rebirth

Harold. W. Morris; Derrick. F. Torres, Regina. R. Copeland and Frederick. L. Moore; four names yet to answer for what had been done. Money in all four accounts was paid out in steady increments over the course of two years, money that would be so minute that anyone with blue blood would not see it fit to exhibit additional diligence, let alone concern. Having studied the salient figures in front, it would add up to nearly twenty-thousand US dollars and cause the undoubted downfall of four senior executives who never had the good sense to see it coming. This money was as red as the diamonds it could be used to buy, its only purpose was to further the unquenchable greed of a man who was denounced of compassion and humility; that man was my stepfather. James Christopher Callahan was a tax consultant for H.P Lewis in Chicago; he had given them five years before deciding that he was the one who warranted what they had and that obtaining it was justified by his apathy for a menial life and a family that he never asked for. I was a part of that family, adopted after the steel of a needle removed the stain that would be my mother; ever the samaritan James was keen to prove to his now deceased sister that he was always the success and that her emphatic demise was a fitting end to the life of a junkie. However, my only role was clear, I was the succession to his family, I would carry on the conservative mind-set held in this parasites mind that only men could lead; that his two daughters were nothing more than housewives in the making and quickly it would become apparent that I was his heir.