The Titan War God Returns

Futile Effort

Mr. Loreson and his wife were having lunch, but it was as though they were having a funeral party. The atmosphere was gloomy and the food tasted like sawdust in their mouth.

They should have picked a date for Vince’s funeral, but they didn’t want to bury their son without first taking vengeance.

The old couple had had to put away their phones and stayed away from the television so that they wouldn’t go crazy with the news that were flying around.

“CEO Vince Loreson committed suicide months after he took over from his father, Mr. Loreson.”

“What could have gone wrong?”

“Vince Loreson had it all; he was handsome, rich, and could get any woman of his choice. What would prompt a young man like that to kill himself, and on his birthday?”

“Something isn’t adding up, and Vince’s parents have gone very mute…”

The news was endless. 

Everyone had something to say, and the more they heard and listened to all the lies being peddled on the news and questions being asked, the more aggrieved they were. Last night, Mrs. Loreson had had difficulty sleeping. She had almost lost it completely.

As they ate, their teeth crushed against each other with rage and venom. They weren’t speaking to each other, but their rage was in agreement with one another. It carried a heavy message that only they both could understood.

“Mr. Loreson, you have a guest, sir,” his doorman informed him.

Loreson almost screamed his head off for the interruption. This wasn’t some bloody romantic couple’s lunch, but at the same time, they were sharing a grief that felt sacred to just the both of them, and his presence made it seem as though he was interrupting their moment of silence.

Each time they stayed silent in each other’s company, they were simply honoring Vince in their own way.

“We are having lunch,” Loreson snapped.

The doorman wanted to leave, but Mrs. Loreson stopped him.

“Who is the guest?” She asked the doorman.

“Jules,” he responded.

Loreson scoffed bitterly while his wife muttered and said, “The clingy woman.”

She never liked Jules. She only accommodated her because of what they would have benefited from their family if they had succeeded in matchmaking Vince with Nesse, but now that everything had gone south, her hatred for Jules had tripled.

“Should I ask her to leave?” The doorman asked.

“No, we will see her in some minutes,” Mrs. Loreson said.

The doorman bowed and excused her.

“I don’t think that was a good idea. She knows better than to show her face here,” Loreson said with anger.

“Now is the time to actually see her, Lores,” she said. “There is already a bad narrative out there against this family, regardless of the fact that we are grieving. When we eventually pull through with our plans, we must leave no traces,” she added.

“You are right,” Loreson agreed.

He wasn’t usually an agreeable man, but Vince’s death had now made him feeble.

The couple got up and went to their living room where Jules was waiting for them. The moment Jules saw them, she got up and went over to them and blew kisses in the air for Mrs. Loreson.

“I am so sorry for your loss, Benita,” she said.

“You have said that a thousand times already,” Mrs. Loreson responded stiffly.

She did not appreciate being addressed by her name, especially by someone like Jules. Jules might be the mother of a very rich and successful woman, but she just wasn’t her daughter. Mrs. Loreson was always disgusted at how Jules wanted to fit in so badly that she was almost licking the ass of everyone she came across.

As long as you had power, wealth, and influence, Jules had more than enough laughter and love and empty kisses to give.

Mrs. Loreson really hated her.

“We are not welcoming guests now,” Mr. Loreson stated without bothering to hide his displeasure at Jules presence.

Jules became a little uncomfortable when their hostility became too much to handle or look away from.

“Then I should be really quick,” Jules said.

“Great idea,” Mrs. Loreson declared.

They both stared at Jules deeply as they waited for her to speak. Their hostility and impatience ate deep into Jules, and for a second, she wondered if she hadn’t made a mistake coming here.

“It’s about my daughter, Nesse,” Jules began carefully.

She understood that the Loreson family was grieving and this was a very delicate time for them, and the last thing she wanted to do was make things worse or even upset them.

“What about her?” Mrs. Loreson asked, tilting her head to the side to give Jules a meaner glare.

“Listen, Benita,” Jules started, but Mrs. Loreson had had enough of that already.

“Cut the bullshit, Jules. You are not even eligible to call me that name, do you understand?” Mrs. Loreson scolded bitterly. “I am Mrs. Loreson to you,” she corrected.

Jules would have been upset, but she already told herself that Benita was going through a rough patch, so her emotions would definitely be raw. They were friends, Jules was convinced of that, and she wouldn’t let this to come in between their friendship.

“Nesse has no hand in what happened to Vince,” Jules said. “Getting her arrested and placing her in custody is not right,” she added.

The couple became more upset. The fury in their eyes almost burnt Jules, but she didn’t budge.

“She hasn’t even slept in prison yet,” Mr. Loreson muttered angrily.

“We have been friends,” Jules tried to remind them.

“Until that daughter of yours killed my son!” Mrs. Loreson lashed out venomously.

“Why would Nesse have any reason to do that? Why would she want Vince dead?” Jules asked deeply. “We were going to matchmake them together,” she reminded them.

“And right after, she ran off, thinking that she could get away with this,” Mrs. Loreson continued, ignoring Jules’ words.

“But he committed suicide,” Jules just had to let out the words.

Mr. Loreson stood up with rage and pointed a finger at Jules. 

“Until our son is avenged, Jules, no one is going to be happy in this city,” he threatened dangerously.

Jules knew that this wasn’t an empty threat, and more than that, her coming had just been rendered useless.