Mr Nobody's Empire

what the shens don't know yet

Victor poured whiskey at nine in the morning.

Nobody said anything about it. That was how the Shen house worked. Victor moved and the house adjusted around him. It always had and everybody in it had accepted that a long time ago without discussing it.

He raised his glass at the breakfast table and looked at his sister.

"You should thank me," he said.

Lena was sitting with her hands in her lap and her food untouched in front of her. She was looking at the far end of the table. At the empty chair. The chair that had been Kai's for three years. The one that was now just a chair again, just wood and fabric, nothing attached to it anymore.

She did not answer Victor.

She did not look away from the chair either.

Their mother sat at the head of the table in her usual place and she was in a good mood. Not a loud one. A settled one. The kind that came from watching something you had planned carefully go exactly the way you planned it. She ate her breakfast and asked Daniel about his week and refilled her own coffee and did not bring up the previous night directly because she did not need to. Everything she felt about last night was visible in the way she sat and moved and smiled at nothing in particular between sentences.

Daniel kept his eyes on his phone. He did that when he wanted to be somewhere else. It worked well enough. He was the youngest and had spent his whole life watching the two people on either side of him take up all the available space in every room they entered. He had learned early to stay out of their way.

Victor finished his whiskey and poured another.

Lena pushed her food around her plate for a while. At some point, she looked up and across the table at her mother and something passed between them. A look. Long enough to say what needed saying and short enough that Daniel missed it. Then Lena set her fork down and excused herself quietly and went upstairs.

Nobody went after her.

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By midday, their mother had made three calls.

Two women in her social circle. One to a man named Reeves. Old money. North side family. A son who was thirty-four years old, ran two of the family's smaller companies, with no public scandals. Clean and presentable and from the right kind of name.

Lena had been out of her marriage for less than fifteen hours.

Victor spent the afternoon on calls about the Sung partnership. Six months of careful relationship building moving toward a signing he expected before the end of the month. He talked about it the way he talked about everything he considered already finished. With the confidence of a man who had never once built something and then watched it taken from him.

He went to dinner downtown with two associates and came home in a good mood and poured himself a final drink in the study and sat down in the chair behind his desk.

His phone rang.

A man named Cho. An associate he had known for years. Reliable. Steady. Not someone who called at this hour without a reason.

Victor picked up.

It started normally. Cho asked how the evening went. Victor told him it went well. They talked for a minute about nothing in particular.

Then Cho stopped.

"Victor. I need to tell you something."

Victor leaned back in his chair. "Go ahead."

"The name Mercer has been coming up. In conversations, it should not be part of. In circles you would want to know about."

Victor was quiet for a second. Then he laughed. Short and easy. "Mercer. We dealt with that last night. That man is gone."

Cho did not laugh.

Victor waited.

"Victor." Cho's voice when it came back was slower and lower. "Kai Mercer is a nobody. He never was. And I think you just made the worst mistake of your life."

Victor opened his mouth.

The line went dead.

He sat with the phone against his ear for a moment after it cut off. Then he lowered it and looked at it and set it on the desk.

He sat there for a while.

Then he told himself Cho was being dramatic. Cho had always been cautious to the point of overthinking things. The man second-guessed everything. It was his defining characteristic and it made him reliable in certain situations and exhausting in others.

Kai Mercer was nobody.

He was a man who had spent three years eating at their table and contributing nothing and who was now gone. Whatever rumors were circulating about the Mercer name were exactly that. Rumors. Old money stories that meant nothing in the present.

Victor finished his drink and went to bed.

He was asleep by midnight.

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At three in the morning, his phone lit up on the nightstand.

He did not hear it at first. He was deep in the specific heavy sleep of a man who had drunk well and eaten well and gone to bed certain. It buzzed twice before it pulled him up.

He reached for it without opening his eyes properly.

A message. From the firm that managed accounts for two of their subsidiary operations. The timestamp said two forty-seven. He blinked and read it.

Then he sat up.

One of their largest active construction contracts had been suspended effective immediately pending a financial review. The review had been requested by an unnamed third party through a court order filed that afternoon. The filing reference was attached to the message.

Victor read it again.

He got out of bed and went to the window and read it a third time standing up in the dark with the city outside the glass doing nothing that acknowledged what he was looking at.

A court order.

Filed that afternoon.

While he was at dinner talking about the Sung deal and feeling good about the week.

His mouth was dry. He pulled up his contacts and found his lawyer's number and looked at the time and called anyway.

It rang twice.

His lawyer picked up.

His voice was not the voice of a man who had been asleep.

"Victor," he said. "I was going to call you first thing in the morning."

Victor's hand tightened on the phone.

"Talk to me now," he said.

A pause. Short. The kind that came before something the other person had been thinking about how to say.

"Victor," his lawyer said. "We have a problem."