No!
This can't be happening!
"Mom? Calm down please, I—"
"Shut up! What the f-ck do you know? We are ruined! Ruined!"
I've lost everything. All I've worked for, all I've sacrificed myself for— my empire is burned down to ashes.
I could feel the mascara running down my face. Such a strange feeling. I haven't cried in more than twenty years, but now I couldn't seem to stop.
I guess it's only natural to cry at a funeral. To grieve in such a grotesque way. Who cares about good mannerism and classy behavior now?
I am done for.
"Mom, we can still fix this! We-we could get the presidential pardon! We can still win this!"
"Presidential pardon? Don't be ridiculous, child! These hyenas are not interested in us anymore. We've lost the company, we have no more cards to deal. Nothing but crumbs."
"You have me…"
"My dear beautiful Clara, who would want you anymore? You are no longer the symbol of power. You are just a woman."
"Mom…"
