It was his little 22-year-old sister Brooke. She was wearing a long black dress with flat closed-toe shoes. Brooke was everything the company needed, a smart level headed person who knew how to motivate and manage a team. Unlike Micheal, she got into college on merit and took an interest in helping the company and everyone involved to grow just like their great-great grandfather Steven Loopenhopper intended. The whole company wanted her to be in charge but the small yet powerful strongman cult Micheal and her father set up prevented this. She was sent off to manage the large family charity or what was left of it after Michael raided it. Despite the setbacks, she was able to make do. It didn't help that Micheal always tormented her especially when she was in her teens and had trouble managing her weight. But Mom and Dad just told her to take it.
”Brooke you fat bitch, why the fuck am I a blob, explain yourself now.”
”Well hello Brother dearest. I know you have a lot of questions and I'll be glad to answer them. By the way, you shouldn't yell like that I am going through a moment of grieving.”
”A moment of grieving who died?”
”Seriously Micheal?!, I know your not the sharpest knife in the tool shed but come on you should have some idea of what's going on.”
”Seriously Big Brooke, tell me!”
”First don't call me that! Second, I had to ”bury” you!” Brooke said gritting her teeth
”You shouldn't grit your teeth Biggy it ruins them. But I am fucking alive as a damn blob!” saying with his blob-like smirk face
”Well after you crashed your car, you ”died” in the hospital, and the whole company is celebrating. I am going to take over and hopefully restore honor and the trillions of dollars you lost.”
”Wait you cannot do this! I am the heir not you!”
”Nope you are dead”
”Why am I a fucking clay blob!?”
”Well you see Micheal, you remember that Shaman you pissed off two years ago?”
”Yeah that asshole made me look like the bad guy!”
”After I had to clean your mess, I got to understand their culture and it is rich and beautiful. They really like magic and after getting to know them, they gave me this very rare Fleshclay that can manipulate a person at the molecular and even the spiritual level. You see Michael I was just going to let you off with a warning today and let you live your life in secret. But because you pulled a nerve with me with that whole Big Brooke shit continuing even after I told you to stop, you have forced my hand.”