Life at the Top

“Why? How are we not qualified to own so many oil fields? Our ancestors left us the oil fields so they should always belong to
us!”
Kimbra was now filled with fear. He knew very well that the Elvis family’s move was tantamount to pulling the carpet from under
them.
“Why?” Elder Sahar sneered.
“It’s because our oil can only stay in our oil field. We can’t process them so we can’t sell them! Who would want unprocessed oil?
We can’t transport the unprocessed oil as well because they control most of the ships transporting oil!”
“We don’t have time! My men told me that the president is inclined to agree with our competitor’s proposal. Even with what our
factories can make, we can hardly meet the conditions for petroleum processing! We need to resolve this now, or it’s over for us!
These petroleum fields are our everything! We cannot afford to lose this!” Elder Sahar roared.
Kimbra looked less furious, but his frown had yet to unfurl fully.
He knew his family, and his position as the head of the family, were at risk.
Suddenly, someone spoke up. “Perhaps you should step down, Kimbra. Your impulsiveness was what brought the Elvis family to
our door. Everything will be alright again once you step down.”
Now that someone had spoken up, more piped in to demand that Kimbra step down.
“You are no longer suited to be our leader, Kimbra. Step down before you bring ruin to us all.”
“He’s right. This would never have happened if Baltimore was still our leader. You have brought disaster to our family, Kimbra!”
Kimbra frowned, irked and displeased by the endless demands for him to step down. Now, he understood why these people had
been asking for a clan meeting, they were going to overthrow him.
Everything they had discussed earlier was a mere excuse to hide their true goal. However, what chilled Kimbra’s heart the most
was that many of his trusted confidants were among those who declared he stepped down.
These men had betrayed him for a taste of power, just like how he betrayed his father and brother before.
It irked Kimbra!

His hand hovered over the pistol at his waist. He said with a voice devoid of warmth, “Hmph. You want to lead the Kurts? Fine,
but how long can you keep your seat, hmm? Have you forgotten how I came to be your leader?”
Everyone fell silent as they recalled the bloody overthrow of power not too long ago.
It was a night in which they had not only lost Baltimore and Robbins but had also seen the deaths of far too many of their own.
“There’s no need to be afraid of him, guys! He’s only succeeded back then because he had the Rothschild’s support! Don’t you
guys remember what that man promised us? With his protection, Kimbra would never dare to hurt us!” A voice of discord rang
out and was immediately followed by voices of agreement.
“Step down, Kimbra!”
Everyone protested.
Kimbra’s expression froze and fury made itself in the tightness of the muscles on his face.