Today’s Friday Fiction is courtesy of microcosmsfic.com. 300 word short story using the following elements.
Character: Business Person Transport : Car Genre: Crime
Schultz-Werner Automobil were renowned for their reliable vehicles – German engineering at its finest. The death of corporate magnate, Herr Michael Götze, came as a shock, more so when the story revealed that he’d died in a SW Automobil sedan. Once the coroner confirmed he’d died before the crash of a crushed oesophagus, however, the media was in uproar.
I was in uproar.
Herr Götze had promised to appoint me next-in-line at SWA before we helped move him along to the next life. Only it seemed someone else had beat me to it.
A hurried board meeting was called by the higher-ups that same evening of the crash, where they duly informed us that Herr Götze’s Will had been amended earlier that day and the details would only be revealed in the next official meeting where his successor would be named.
“Aren’t you his successor?” Julian whispered to me as we somberly stalked out of the board room. As usual, he carried a stench of aftershave that bordered on toilet spray.
“How do you know that?” I hushed back at him.
“Everybody knows. You were his favourite.” he placed a hand on my shoulder, “They think you did it.”
It was then I noticed that stares from the solemn employees around us, suspicion drawn on their furrowed brow.
“Well I didn’t.”
Julian shrugged, then ambled off hurriedly as though my supposed guilt was contagious.
I arrived home to find the door ajar. I’d seen enough movies to know I should probably call the police. Twenty minutes later two bulky officers pushed through the door before me to a condemning sight. Frau Götze sat in a pool of her own blood, her husband’s tape recorder in her hand. The one we used to plan his death.
I had been set up.