CHAPTER THRITY-EIGHT: THE LAUNCH

Alexander’s POV

I was addressing Sussex as the President of Clifford Enterprise for the first time at the annual Clifford new models Launch party. The grand hall of the convention center was packed with delegates, wearing their skepticism like sleeves on their shoulders.

Go on Alexander, you are king now and they must bow, my clutch charges me.

“I am not Harry and I do not have the makings of Arthur, so do not seek for them in me. I am Alexander Clifford….” With a slight head tilt and a tinge of humor, I add. “Rebel of Sussex if you might…” Their grim faces break into laughter and I sniff the air of affirmation that now floats in the room.

Before Arthur and Harry's demise, I had only ever attended Clifford functions as a fly on the wall, hanging in the outskirts of the invisible and loathing myself for even making an appearance. Banging Olivia afterwards and basking in Arthur’s obliviousness was the only thing I looked forward to but now, the tides had changed, I was not just a fly