The Final Broadcast: Long Live the Queen

Summary

On New Year’s Eve, right in the middle of a live broadcast, my sister called me.

I spoke first:

"Peace, joy, and a long, long life."

My sister let out a cold laugh on the other end of the line.

"But I don't want you to have peace or a long life.

"I hope you suffer for the rest of your miserable existence."

I had cut ties with my sister years ago, back when she was at rock bottom.

Now, she was on top of the world, a Fortune 500 CEO. Her first order of business was revenge.

My tone remained steady, unchanged.

"Peace, joy, and a long, long life."