Take With You What You Will
“Are you being paid to attend, too?” she said with a little laugh.
There were fifteen-hundred paid mourners at the funeral of Jazon Vorsil, multi-planet mogul and Prime-Tyme star.
“How did he die?” whispered one woman to her blond companion.
He shrugged. “Does it matter? I mean, he was a terrible person. Look around, there’s nobody here who actually cared about him.”
“Are you being paid to attend, too?” she said with a little laugh.
He snorted. “Hell no. I’m his son.”
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