High-Profile

The funeral went by in a waltz of shiny cars, black suits, and choreographed tears.

The paparazzi is in high gear to cover the event. It will attract eyeballs at least for the next one week.

The successors wear suitably sad expressions, but their minds are spinning at high speed to formulate strategies for the future.

The competitors are relieved, but issue appropriate bytes in praise of the departed soul.

High level meetings are being summoned in offices, where he was a director and replacement strategy is not yet in place. There is so much that would move in high gear after this. The Departed did not really support their devious plans.

Up there, he smiles as he draws his conclusions for the new life ahead. He is perched on the terrace of the tallest building in the city, and the corpse is a body double. He needed to do this, to extricate himself from the claustrophobic webs he had created around him. This has been the easiest escape from his high profile existence.