The Prize of Choosing
In a cold, dim lit corridor of the Gogh mansion, there are two men standing and leaning back-to-back with a large Roman pillar between them. It's 12 midnight but they are still there, wearing their tuxedos as it glimmers under the moonlight.
The younger one has his face crumpled because of the request of his brother who knows nothing but to ignore the world.
"What's the big deal, Toni? You are not like this! Do you want me to stand as your chesspiece?!" The younger said. "You are a big joke!"
"What? Damn! I'm over being a manipulator! I ain't making you my chess piece!" said Toni and thrust his hand on his pocket. "C'mon! You can do this. It's so easy-"
"I have a girldfriend, okay?! Can't you just. . .do it on your own?! You're the one who said it's easy!" he hissed at Toni and croosed his arms. This guy is making him nuts!
"I'm getting married next two weeks and. . .you are my only hope for deleting the footage from that girl," Toni seriously replied. "And besides, she was your crush—your first ever crush."
It made him think. The footage must be really important to Toni that he even requested him to take it. But if it's very important to him, then, ut might be something he can use to destroy or play with him. He can use this against his brother if he'll do something against him.
A mischievous grin slowly appears on his lips. "If I will, what's my prize, then?" he asked, amused.
"The girl, Trevor. You can have the girl."
"Ain't satisfied," he, Trevor, shook his head. "How about, I'll set my own prize for making my own choice? Take it, or leave it."
"Do I have a choice? Just name your prize after and you can have it... whatever that is," Toni said and left.
The conversation ended with a smile from those siblings whose victors is known by none. Let the game begin.
Sheenah_Dawn · realistisch
