Wes is hiding in his closet, so here’s some backstory for Alex. Alex has been living in my head for years, bouncing around other people’s stories, and I’m excited for her to have her own story now.
CW: verbal abuse, brief mention of bbu domestics, joking about murder (not sure if that’s a thing, but better safe than sorry). As always, please let me know if you want or need anything tagged.
BILLIONAIRE THOMAS MALLORY TELLS ALL
FOLLOWING scandal , heart break , and tragedy, everyone’s favorite local business man reveals his story in his new book Stepping Stones, an Autobiography. In it, Mallory dives into his childhood, first love, and becoming the business extraordinaire that he is today.
In an exclusive interview, Mallory explained why he is releasing Stepping Stones now.
“This book is really important to me,” he says. “With all the rumors and lies being spread these days, I just thought ‘the truth must come out’. And it was necessary that it came from me. This is my story and I don’t apologize for any of it.”
Stepping Stones is scheduled to release everywhere this Friday.
“Are you going to read it?” Julian asked from where he was sprawled across his bed.
“What? Dad’s book?” Alex scoffed. She leaned precariously on the back legs of Julian’s desk chair. “Probably not.”
Julian snorted and rolled over. “ I know why I’m not, but why aren’t you?”
“Are you kidding me? I don’t want to know. The cover said ‘scandal’ and ‘first love’ and then I quit reading.”
“But Alex! That’s your origin story!” Julian smirked at her.
Alex smirked back. “Okay. But don’t forget, Jules. Your origin story is only a few sentences away from mine.” She cleared her throat, settled her chair firmly on the ground, and adopted a newscaster persona.
“You heard it here first, folks! Only days after being spotted several times at motel X with this mystery woman,” Alex gestured to an invisible person to her left, “Mr. Mallory announced his engagement to actress Irene Rocher, who later revealed she was pregnant.” Alex feigned surprise and gave Julian a pointed look. “That was you, by the way.”
“Yeah, I know. Thanks.”
“You’re very welcome.”
“You forgot about Ada.”
“Oh, you mean Irene’s other kid that father dearest took in while ignoring the consequences of his ‘first love’?”
“Hm. I don’t recall anything about that. And speak of the devil.”
“Hi Ada.” Julian sat up to greet his older sister. Ada leaned her hip against one side of the doorway and placed her hand on the other side, effectively blocking the entrance to the room.
“Hello, Julian. What are you up to?”
Julian glanced over at Alex who had propped her legs up on his desk, arms crossed tightly across her chest.
“Alex and I were talking about dad’s book.”
“Oh! Have you read it yet? He gave me a copy of it a few days ago. I thought it was magnificent. It’s a real accomplishment.”
“Yes, a real accomplishment.” Alex rolled her eyes.
Ada continued as if Alex hadn’t spoken. “You can borrow my copy, Julian, if you want.”
Julian made a noncommittal sound and nodded.
“Great!” Ada smiled at Julian. She spared a glance for Alex who had become wildly entertained by a stain on the ceiling.
“You know, you could try a little harder,” Ada said, smile falling into a scowl.
“Excuse me?” Alex dropped her gaze to meet Ada’s eye.
“You make me look bad.” Ada continued.
“In front of who? Jules?”
“Sit up straight - “ Alex slouched further, “and you could dress nicer. Try to look less like a slob when we meet people.”
“I’m just saying. It wouldn’t hurt you.”
Julian raised his hand. “Can I - “
“Shut up, Jules,” Alex interrupted, now in a thoroughly bad mood.
“No, go on Julian,” Ada said. “I’m sure whatever you have to say will be very insightful.”
“Kiss ass.” Alex muttered under her breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing important.” Alex plastered on a glowing smile.
Ignoring the tension, Julian tried again. “I wouldn’t say insightful, but I think - “
This time, he was interrupted by a commotion coming from the first floor of the house.
Alex and Julian shot to their feet.
Ada didn’t move. “It’s probably just the staff again,” she said, disdain creeping into her voice. “I don’t know why dad paid so much for them. They’re always in trouble.”
“We should see if they need help,” Alex said. She attempted to leave the room.
Ada still did not move from the doorway.
Alex huffed and tried to shove her way past, to no avail.
“Ada, please move,” Julian stepped in.
“Well, that’s all you had to say.” Ada slowly peeled herself off the doorframe. “I don’t know why you two are so worried. They might not be smart, but they’ll figure it out eventually. It’s their job.”
Alex pushed by and stormed away. Julian looked at Ada with dismay and followed Alex.
“Can I kill her yet?” Alex asked when they were out of earshot.
Julian chuckled. “Not today. Maybe tomorrow.”
“I’ll do my best. But if I have to sit through another family dinner… I make no guarantees.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Alex gave Julian a playful shove, and they made their way to the scene of commotion - also known as Alex’s favorite spot in the house - the kitchen.
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barney_fife, writing in Hadriatica, a part of The Multiverse:
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