SYNDICATE - Season 1 - Episode 3

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SYNDICATE - Season 1 - Episode 3

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He was silent for a few moments. Finally, he leaned his head on his hand and nodded very slightly. Lia noticed how tired he looked. Her own fatigue was infinitesimal in comparison. This man was running a whole business by himself and taking care of a child. He never asked for any of it. Kieran inherited Lilly when his cousin passed away in a “house fire.” His relatives had a curse of a short lifespan, and the more Lia pondered it, the more she was convinced his family was a part of the mafia.

“Going to sleep then, sir?” she asked. He was silent again in response.
She waited.

“Is Miss Ginger gone?”

“I believe so, yes, sir.”
“So Lilly is asleep?”
“I hope so. It’s one in the morning,” Lia said softly. Kieran looked at his Rolex watch.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “You are correct.” Silence filled the room again like water in a cup.

“Would you like me to wake her?” Lia asked.

“No. I should go to sleep anyways.”
“Yes sir.”

Lia pushed his chair out of the sitting room. Most of the lights in the house had been turned off. After the accident, Kieran took his parent’s room on the ground floor. Lia thought it had been symbolic, but one of the other workers had also pointed out to her that he now had mobility issues too. They traveled down the long hallway in silence. His room had been adjusted to be handicap friendly, so Lia had no idea how to turn on the lights. Kieran did it himself. Once in his room, Kieran pulled up one of his legs to take off his shoes.

“Allow me,” Lia said, bending down. “You look tired.” He didn’t respond, but he did let her help him. She stripped off his shoes, and put them away. On nights like this, when he was too tired to get himself ready for bed, he had Alice. Alice was one of the oldest employees of the O’Meara family. Lia didn’t ask about Alice though. When she came back out of his closet he was getting ready on his own. Kieran looked at her and nodded.

“Thank you Lia, I’ll be okay from here. You can go on home,” he said. She nodded and smiled at him, leaving his room.
* * *

Will looked up from his brandy. Will and Kieran were the only two men younger than thirty five years old in the room. Furthermore, Will was the only one that wasn’t in the O’Meara family. Will rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was getting so tired of listening to the family squabbling. They were all moochers anyway. Kieran’s parents were the only successful pieces of the family puzzle. Will swirled the brandy in his glass. At least he was Irish, at least they couldn’t holdthatagainst him. Kieran’s uncle Kenneth nodded at Will.

“What do you have to say about thefamilyassets, you blond-haired interloper?” Kenneth said to Will. Will slammed down his glass and stood.

“Will,” Kieran said calmly. It was said as more of a command than a name. Will glared at Kenneth and slowly sat back in the chair.

“Now you’re justtryingto pick a fight, old man,” Will said contemptuously. Kieran sighed. It had been a long morning.