21 March 2025
Saint-Océan, Saintonge
945 PM
“What is that you are wearing?” Fintann chuckled amusedly as his best friend emerged from the bathroom.
Caël had taken a shower after that day’s work and was rejoining his friends to hang out before bedtime. He was clad in a dark teal long-sleeved pyjama T-shirt that had sublimated prints to make it resemble a
Réquins de Saint-Océan ice hockey jersey. Accurate to the placement of the stick-eating shark logo, sleeve stripes, and shoulder numbers.
“Isn’t this cool!?” Caël giggled as he showed off the nightwear. “I got this off the team store! They sell Sharks-themed nightwear!”
“I have too much Sharks stuff today,” Fintann jokingly protested. They had spent the entire day making online content for their client, the
Réquins de Saint-Océan ice hockey team.
Caël held out his hand to point at their other friend Styrbjörn, who was sitting beside Fintann on the couch. Styr was wearing a ragged old dark teal thin-fabric hoodie that had a fading logo of the
Réquins de Saint-Océan in front. “I have a nicer Sharks shirt in my closet you can borrow if you want to fit in,” Styr ribbed Fintann.
“Yeah yeah, I get it, you were formerly teammates,” Fintann faked a frown as he punched the straw through the juice box he was about to drink from.
The close friends Caël, Fintann, and Styr liked to rib and tease each other. The three all have similarities, but there are areas where one of them would find it challenging to relate. Caël and Fintann were childhood best friends. Caël and Styr met and became close in the
Réquins ice hockey programme for Prydanian refugee children and they both played hockey together. After Caël introduced them to each other, Fintann and Styr bonded over their love of technology – two tech nerds who attended the same course at the same university.
All three, though, work for Caël’s content creation company. They had the ice hockey team as their
client, producing Viédeo, Twitcher, and Facegram content for the team. Caël and Fintann were from Redon, a city two hours away by car. The ice hockey team was based in Saint-Océan. At first, Caël could make the content by himself, but because he kept getting offered
acting jobs, it was becoming more difficult for him to keep up. That was when Styr was brought into the company. It was a blessing for Styr – the nth time that Caël helped him. Styr had recently graduated from college and was looking for a side gig as his tech internship was not enough to cover the cost of living in his increasingly-expensive city. Styr lived in Saint-Océan and was also a
Réquins alumnus. He could cover the
Réquins post if Caël was not available.
That day, Caël and Styr made content for the ice hockey team, visiting the rink, the arena, interviewing players, and filming. The editing they can do independently. That was the work of Fintann and the other employee at the production company. That night, the three friends decided to relax and hang out.
Usually, when Caël and Fintann come down to Saint-Océan, they either stayed at the mansion of Caël’s rich uncle or they booked a hotel room on company dime. That night, however, Styr invited them to sleepover in his studio apartment for some reason.
Styr’s apartment was small but cozy. On the far end of the room was Styr’s bed, with a pullout bed underneath. Caël, being a tall guy, would have to sleep there. Fintann volunteered to sleep at the couch. Beside the bed was Styr’s computer and gaming rig. Styr built the computer after buying part by part, because he could not afford an already-built one. Despite Caël offering that the company cover the cost of buying a computer, Styr wanted to finish his project. He really wanted to tinker with these tech stuff.
Caël glanced at the now-completed computer as he threw himself onto the couch. “Nice rig,” Caël commented.
“Thank you,” Styr replied.
“So, you said earlier at dinner you want to tell us something?” Caël asked.
“Yes…” Styr began tentatively. “I want this to be just between the three of us… that’s why I wanted to say it here, not at your uncle’s house or at a hotel.”
Caël’s eyebrows rose up. Fintann gave him a quizzical look as he sipped his juice. Was this… serious?
“We’ll keep this a secret,” Fintann assured Styr.
“I received this email,” Styr stood up and reached for a piece of paper from his printer. He handed it to his friends. Fintann took it and Caël leaned closer to read it aloud.
“… the Board of Restitution deems you, Styrbjörn Refslund, as the sole remaining heir of the company called Förpack ehf, based in Haland, Prydania. Please submit the appropriate documentation…”
“Wait, WHAAAAT!?” Fintann’s eyes widened as he looked up at Styr, who was starting to blush. “YOU ARE RICH???”
“Is this… your grandfather’s company?” Caël surmised.
“I AM SURROUNDED BY RICH HEIRS!” Fintann jested loudly. Caël’s mother’s family owned
Interflix, the video streaming behemoth. “I FEEL LEFT OUT!”
Caël put an arm around Fintann’s shoulder and nudged him slightly. “Don’t worry, you’d still be our friend, Finn,” Caël responded to the joke. Then Caël turned to Styr. “How… did you know?”
Styr pulled his gaming chair over and sat in front of his friends. “I… got a DM on Twitcher last February.” Even though he was happy and excited, Styr’s voice was slightly shaky, with tinges of apprehension and sadness.
Caël and Fintann let their friend tell the story.
“The DM asked if I was… uh, me. Styrbjörn Refslund. I thought it was a scam, but it was coming from the official account of the Prydanian Embassy in Saintes. I asked them to communicate via email.
“It was indeed coming from the embassy. They were asking if I was the son of Alexandria and Freybjörn Refslund. I told them yes. We exchanged documentation. I asked what it was for, and they just said that the Prydanian government wanted to verify my identity.
“A week later, I got an email from a company called Förpack. The caretaker CEO, Davíð, was the one communicating with me. I thought it was suspicious but the Prydanian Embassy was CCed in the email and they assured me that it was legit. Also, who would try to scam a broke Prydanian refugee like me?”
“Was it legit?” Caël asked.
“I cherchered the company and it was indeed my grandpabbi’s company… that was nationalised by the Syndies in 2002. I didn’t know about it because I was too young at the time. I also didn’t want to know about it because it brings back a lot of painful memories – it was why my family was targeted by the Syndies.”
“What does the company do?” Fintann asked.
“It’s a paper and packaging company,” Styr answered. “They make boxes and packaging for the stuff we buy. The company also invented that.” Styr pointed at the juice box that Fintann was holding.
“This? The juice?”
“No, the container,” Styr answered. “That’s a
QuadriPak. Förpack was the innovator of that technology in the 1960s. In the 1990s, QuadriPak was spun off from Förpack because apparently, my grandfather and his half-brother quarrelled and they decided to split the company.”
“So this Förpack company is BIG!?” Fintann commented, fishing out his phone from the pocket to search.
“Uh…. yeah,” Styr said sheepishly.
“135 MILLION LIVRES IN REVENUE IN 2023?!” Fintann read out the chercher search result. “Dangit Styr you are a multimillionaire!”
Styr hung his head in embarrassment. Clearly being wealthy was new to him, after spending all his life in an orphanage, having nothing and being dependent on handouts.
Fintann elbowed Caël. “You’re even richer than Caël over here!” Caël jokingly rolled his eyes. In some ways, Styr was like Caël – simple and down-to earth, uneasy at being wealthy, not ostentatious. Fintann knew that with Caël here, Styr would have some guidance and fellowship from another heir.
“I’m happy for you,” Caël told Styr. “See, I told you… you deserve the good things because you are a good guy.”
Styr looked up. “Thanks Caël.”
“How will you get your grandfather’s company?” Fintann asked.
Styr exhaled heavily, bracing for another round of story. “Prydania passed a
Restitution Law in 2017 after the Syndies were defeated. All nationalised properties were to be returned to their owners, or if gone, the heirs of their owners.”
“It says you are the sole heir…” Fintann’s voice trailed off in realisation. It meant that Styr no longer had any living close family. “I’m sorry.”
Styr picked up Fintann’s comment and suppressed the emotions threatening to break through. He instead focused on continuing the story.
“You would have to file for a restitution claim and give supporting records. But there was chaos in the records. I was also just sixteen, in an orphanage in 2017. Förpack wasn’t necessarily doing well. I didn’t even know the company’s name – I was one year old when the Syndies seized by grandfather’s company.”
Styr let a whimper come out. “I didn’t think there was anything left for me in Prydania. I am here in Saintonge and I want to start anew here.”
“But Förpack boomed and became a big company under Davíð. Davíð was one of the previous high-ranking employees of Förpack before the Syndicalists seized the company. He managed to flee to Goyanes days after the Syndicalist Revolution. In 2017, he returned to Prydania to manage the company.
“When Förpack became big and profitable, somebody did file a restitution claim for Förpack two years ago.”
“Who are they? I thought you are the sole heir?” Fintann asked.
“It was the family of my grandfather’s half-brother,” Styr answered. “You know, the family that our family had a quarrel with. They now own QuadriPak and wanted to absorb Förpack into their empire.”
“But you are still alive!”
“Holgeir – my mother’s half-cousin… the son of my grandfather’s half-brother – they sent the documentation. They passed me off as dead so they could claim the company.”
“Jeez,” Caël commented. “That’s so effed up.”
“Davíð did not want a merger to happen and so he intensified his search for my grandfather’s heirs… and indeed I am the sole heir. He sent me the documentation for each and every one of my family members. My grandparents, my parents, my uncles and aunts… my cousins…” Styr’s voice started to break. “They’re all dead.”
Caël stood up from the couch to hug Styr as the Prydanian started to bawl and cry. Even though Styr experienced it and instinctively knew it at the back of his mind that he had no family left… having no confirmation meant that he could still hold out a sliver of hope that he had a family member still existing somewhere. That hope was now gone.
Caël reached for the box of tissues beside Styr’s computer to offer to his friend. Caël helped Styr stand up from the gaming chair so they could sit on the couch together. Fintann had stood up to get a glass of water for Styr. Caël wrapped an arm over Styr’s shoulder and comforted his friend.
“I’m alone,” Styr muttered between sobs.
Caël pulled his friend closer. “No, you are not alone,” he assured Styr. “Fintann and I are here for you.”
“Thanks,” Styr mumbled as he wiped his tears off. “You guys had been here for me ever since we’ve met… thank you.”
Fintann offered Styr the glass of cold water. “Caël is right,” Fintann said as Styr took the glass and drank from it. “We are an example of it. We might not be related by blood, but we’re family nonetheless. God did not give us biological brothers, so He gave us each other.”
“Don’t think you have no family or there’s no one who cares,” Caël added. “When did you know all about these stuff?”
“Last week,” Styr answered.
“You didn’t tell us?” Caël asked gently. “We could’ve helped you process the feelings and the grief.”
“If you need a shoulder to cry on, we’re here,” Fintann said.
“I don’t want to bother you guys… you live far away…”
“You are not a bother, Styr,” Caël assured him. “You can give me or Fintann a call if you need us. We will go down here to Saint-Océan if we need to.”
“Thanks guys.”
“Did anyone else know about this?”
“My former case worker, Mélissa. She lives nearby. I told her about my family. Not the company though – I just received the email from the Board of Restitution on Wednesday.”
“I’m glad Mélissa is here,” Fintann said.
“That’s why I didn’t feel the need to call you guys. She had helped me already,” Styr wiped the last tears off his cheeks and tried to smile. “Gosh, I was even worse with Mélissa. I was crying for an hour.”
Fintann sat on the couch and joined the group hug. In private, the three friends were unlike the stereotypical guy friend group who were loud, brash, competitive, and emotionally distant. The three were upfront on their thoughts and feelings. They likely took after Caël, who grew up with four sisters and was not hesitant to open up or offer emotional support.
After a few minutes of silence, Fintann again spoke up. “So what’s next? Are you going to claim the company?”
“I will,” Styr said, with a hint of anger creeping into his tone. “I don’t want Förpack to go to my so-called ‘relatives’ who didn’t care for me. People who tried to pass me off as dead just for their own gain.”
“That’s good,” Caël said approvingly. “Fight for yourself. Fight for what is right. We’ll be here to support you.”
Styr cheekily grinned as he turned to Caël. “Will you teach me how to act like a rich kid?”
“Styr!” Caël chuckled as colour rose up in his cheeks. “I’m not a rich kid!” Caël let out a short laugh. Styr was starting to joke and banter again. That was a good sign.
“Ugh,
Interflix heir pretending to be poor,” Fintann added jokingly. “You can’t fool us, Caël Kegelin Boënnec.”
Caël pouted a bit at being the butt of the banter before getting serious again. “But seriously, Styr, my best advice is to not get it in your head. Stay grounded and be thankful for each little blessing.”
“I will, Caël.”
“And I, Fintann, the poorest of the three of us, will always be here to pull you guys down to earth!”
“So what’s the next step?” Caël asked Styr.
“Yesterday, I had a video call with Davíð and a representative of the Board of Restitution,” Styr told his friends. “I would have to simply prepare a few documents on my end because Davíð and Förpack had already secured much of the rest – research on my family’s fate, my birth certificate… they even got copies of my asylum application claim from the Santonian archives.
“But I would have to personally go to Prydania to process the paperwork, take care of some legal stuff, and I don’t know… do something for the company? I don’t really know how to run a packaging company.”
“That can be learned,” Caël said. “Depends on how hands-on you would want to be. You might also want to get the services of a wealth manager to help you decide what to do.”
“Caël speaks from experience. He has a wealth manager,” Fintann smirked as he ribbed his friend again.
“Me? No! I don’t have a wealth manager!” Caël objected. “My sister Morgane helps me with financial advice. It’s doable because I don’t have a multimillion dollar company.”
“Now you are deflecting the banter to me,” Styr jokingly complained. “I will do that. I have to travel to Prydania first next month to start the process.”
“You would have to go to Prydania next month?” Caël said excitedly. “I am going to Prydania next month too!”
“You are?” Styr’s face brightened up even more.
“One of the Interflix series I was in… requested I go to Prydania to film a few scenes. Will be just one day of filming. What date are you supposed to go there?”
“Davíð said I can go there anytime next month. I just need to inform him of the date so he could assist me.”
“Do you want to go with me?” Caël offered. “My filming date is April 5. I can just extend my stay so I can accompany you with your activities.”
“Sure!” Styr agreed. It would be Styr’s first trip back to his home country. A trip that would most likely be emotional for him. A trip that would bring back a lot of memories. At least he would have a friend to be with him for support.
Fintann was about to speak up but Caël – knowing Fintann since childhood – pre-empted him. “Yes, Finn, you will come with us,” Caël said. “If you guys are amenable, we can probably stay up to a week there – we can make content in Prydania or Prydania-related content there! Then I can charge the trip to the company account!”
“That’s a great idea!” Fintann seconded the idea.
“Thanks guys,” Styr told them. “I was wondering how could I afford the trip…”
“Förpack is not paying for it…?”
“I did not ask, and I am not yet the owner anyway… so I cannot charge it to the company account,” Styr gently teased Caël again.
“You guys are mean to your boss,” Caël mockingly threatened them as he laughed. “But seriously, we can do that so we don’t have to worry about expenses… plus! We can be there to support Styr in his newfound path to wealth!” Caël giggled as he returned the banter to Styr.
“You don’t have projects during that week?” Styr asked, trying to steer the conversation away from wealth banter.
“As far as I know, none. Will have to check and confirm,” Caël said. “I only have three active acting projects right now – one is finishing up, then the one that will be filming in Prydania, and the last one will resume filming on April 14.
“I specifically kept the week of April 5 free because I want to tour Prydania after my filming and surprise you guys by bringing you there… but Styr surprised us better with the news!”