“James come back inside” His mother begged from the top of the stairs.
James spun around, his face twisted with rage. “I’m not going back into that house until he’s dead! He’s ruined us with his decisions and now he takes my business out from under me?"
“He’s just trying to protect the Fitzpatrick name, protect you!” his mother said as she looked down at her exacerbated child.
James looked at her with frustration, “Protecting the family name are you kidding me? That man just needed some more revenue to pay for his escorts and country club dues. I think he’s proven just what kind of businessman he is, and now he’s sabotaged my career too.” James responded as he threw his duffle bag into his car. He knew that would hurt his mother enough to silence her. It was viscous and she didn’t deserve it, god she of all people didn’t deserve it, but he knew if he came back inside he wouldn’t be able to leave again.
As he got into the car he looked up at his mother one last time, "The man can ruin his own life, but he's not taking me with him. He can have my company but it's cost him his son." He slammed the door shut before his mother could recover. The sound of the supercar tearing up the gravel road muffled his mother’s cries. A map of Olympus covered in various markings and annotations sat next to James as his home disappeared behind him.