Lenik Salinger's Questionnaire

I live at the South Pole. 

I'm forced to live here by my dad. He always told me he was forced to do this because my existence could bring down his empire.

I have a great mansion with butlers, maids, and anything you need to live lavishly. 

My bed is the size of most flats in New York; my sheets are made of incredible silk from Paris, and my pillows could compete with a marshmallow in terms of comfort. 

I recently asked to build a new aisle entirely in marble, it will be so fucking cool to make a few sacrifices there once it's done.

The only uncool thing is the weather, really. 

I get almost all my money from my dad.

He invested it in several trust funds and equities, giving me a few passive revenues.

I'm also not bad at all at online trading

I spend most of it on information on occult things happening around the globe.

I'm such a fan of all things related to the occult and magical.

Most of what I spend gives me nothing interesting in return.

But you can find a treasure trove or two from time to time.

The sacrificial ceremony I organised last week definitely improved my luck. I feel it in my bones.

I would die if it meant that my father could notice me.

I have everything anyone could ask for, but the most fundamental need of paternal love has been left unfulfilled all my life.

I know my father doesn't hate me. But I can't say either that he loves me.

I wish I could make him proud. I wish I could lead the business as he did all those years.

Make myself known to the public. Being someone of renown. 

But I can't. Father made it clear. I can't get out of my mansion.

If I ever could, I would displace mountains to do it.

Nothing would stop me.

Nobody, no matter how powerful, would win in front of my undying determination. 

My father got sick.

There was no indication of it. 

One day, he collapsed in the middle of a meeting.

Now, he is in a hospital, barely breathing.

The toughest man in the world put on his knees not by all the enemies he made during his long life but by something as trivial as a disease. 

Now my half-brother is plotting with his mother to take back the business and doing stupid shit with it.

As if this pathetic worm knew how to run something of this scale.

At this moment, I knew I needed to take the lead of the company.