[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Julian @ bitchpls

[newhorizon]

Jules, I have to take a raincheck on our breakfast date. I'm not feeling the best. Sorry, son.

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[bitchpls]

But what about the company?

[newhorizon]

I don't know. Maybe Richie will have children. Or maybe Zoran and Caleb will. Who knows? I don't think it will crumble to nothing if a biological offspring doesn't take it over. Someone who cares about is as much as we do is all that matters.

[bitchpls]

Dad, are you delirious?

[newhorizon]

I don't think so.

[bitchpls]

Had a stroke?

[newhorizon]

I don't think people can still text message when they've had a stroke.

[bitchpls]

What the fuck is a Caleb?

[newhorizon]

Zoran's partner. You met him at Christmas.

[bitchpls]

I did not. I met a Brett, and he's not getting my company.

[newhorizon]

Brett's almost a fully qualified Psychologist, I don't think he wants it.

[bitchpls]

Maybe you need to book an advanced appointment with him.

[newhorizon]

Who would the company have gone to if you hadn't survived and I passed away?

[bitchpls]

Harley.

[newhorizon]

You didn't know him then.

[bitchpls]

Then Jared would've had to get his finger out of his basic ass and step up to the fucking plate, wouldn't he?

[newhorizon]

He doesn't want anything to do with it.

[bitchpls]

Dad, are you dying? Is that what you're trying to tell me?

[newhorizon]

No, I'm not dying, son.

[bitchpls]

Then please stop talking like this. You're making me feel sick.

[newhorizon]

I'm sorry, son. All I'm saying is that there's no necessity for you to have children. I don't want you to feel you have to make the same mistakes I did.

[bitchpls]

Caleb's not getting my company, whoever he is.