Post by matt on Jan 12, 2022 8:11:58 GMT -6
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Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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Rodney Wells is a financial advisor. He has worked with the wealthiest of the white collar corporate types and his most recent client was the now deceased wealthy Romanian Sorinah Floreschu. Wells knew nothing of Sorinah’s past. He didn’t even know if she had any children or heirs to speak of; so it came to a big surprise to him when he learned that she had left everything she owned to none other than the deranged ginger Kimberly Williams. Now Rodney Wells is going to be the financial advisor for Ms. Williams and he is on his way to see The Woman Scorned in Boston, Massachusetts at the home of Kim’s twin sister Marie Jones.
Wells may not be a wrestling fan but he knows of Kim and Marie. They are a couple of local celebrities in the Boston area. He never knew that his late client Sorinah Floreschu had a connection to them. And if he knew what that connection was, then perhaps he wouldn’t be so excited about taking this job. The truth is that Sorinah Floreschu is the sister of Emma Storm, who kidnapped Kimberly when she was born and raised her as her own, off the grid. Emma passed on her own twisted, corrupt, sociopathic tendencies to Kimberly. Sorinah wanted to atone for her sister’s sins and took Kimberly under her wing. She tried to guide her professional career. Little did Sorinah know that Kimberly had already begun to exact her revenge. Kimberly had murdered Emma, manipulated her way into being named Sorinah’s sole heir, and then murdered Sorinah.
This financial advisor isn’t even considering the potential ramifications of working with the eccentric mind of Kimberly Williams. He isn’t even concerned with how she came to become Sorinah’s sole heir. He merely sees the dollar signs that go along with being closely associated with Williams, a psychopath who has suddenly come into a large sum of money. He is thinking of how he can use this to his advantage. Little does he know what he is getting himself into.
Rodney Wells walks up to the front door of a large exquisite home. He rings the doorbell. A few moments later and the door opens. He spots the familiar redhead staring at him, smiling warmly and pleasantly from inside. She is dressed in a black knee length skirt, black patent leather high heeled pumps, and a red floral print silk blouse.
“Ah, Ms. Williams, you look lovely this evening.”
“Thank you.” She answers with a grin. “But I’m not Kim.”
“You’re not?”
“No, sorry.” She chuckles lightly. “I’m her twin sister Marie Jones.”
“Ah, yes. Of course, I should have remembered that there are two of you.”
“It confuses everyone. We call it twin magic.” Marie says with a wink.
“An apt term, if I do say so myself. But is Ms. Williams here? We were supposed to meet here to discuss her finances.”
“Yes, she’s waiting for you. Come inside.”
Marie motions for Rodney to follow her. He nods and follows her inside the home, shutting the door behind him. Jones leads Wells down the hall and then through another door into the living room. Marie then motions towards a sofa in the center of the room. Rodney sits down on the sofa.
“Do you want some wine, Mr. Wells?”
“That would be wonderful, thank you.”
“I will go take care of that and notify my sister that you’re here. But before I do, I want to say how lucky she is to have you.”
“Oh?”
“You don’t know Kim like I do. How could you? I mean, no one alive could possibly know Kim like I do because we are twins. But despite being twins we were brought up in vastly different environments. I’m sure you noticed this fine home, the nice furniture, it truly is luxurious isn’t it?”
“It is quite a nice home, Ms. Jones.”
“Thank you, because it is mine. Kim’s home isn’t like this. She wouldn’t know how to live in such opulence. But I was. I grew up not wanting for anything. I grew up in such luxury. But my sister, she grew up with nothing. For all intents and purposes she was homeless. Her ‘home’, if you want to call it that, was a shack in the middle of the wilderness because some monster kidnapped her at infancy.”
“That’s horrible. I had no idea.”
“Few people do. Most think she’s just acting or that she’s just crazy. And some of it is an act. She’s putting on a strong front because deep down inside she is hurting. But she also doesn’t know how to act around all this because she was raised with nothing. She needs a mind like yours to help her with her finances, Mr. Wells.”
“Well, I shall I do my best.” Rodney says with a warm smile.
“Thank you. I will go get my sister.” A fake look of sincerity forms across Marie’s lips. She plans on listening into the meeting between Rodney Wells and her sister. She cannot wait to see how this turns out. She hopes it will turn out in her favor. Jones turns and exits the living room. While Rodney sits and waits for the arrival of what he thinks will be his new client.
The wait for Mr. Wells is not a long one. Just like a sudden storm coming out of nowhere, Kimberly Williams comes hopping and skipping into the living room followed closely behind by her trusty and loyal Dalek. Kim is wearing torn denim jeans and a black t-shirt with the phrase “I Groped Ace Marshall” printed on the front. The mechanical menace is dragging a bag of who knows what behind it and the Dalek also has a tray attached to it, a tray that has a glass of wine on it. The Dalek rolls up to Wells and comes to a stop.
“ARE YOU THE HUMAN FLESH CREATURE KNOWN AS RODNEY WELLS?!”
“Uh…yes?”
“MISTRESS JONES INFORMED ME THAT YOU WANTED AN ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE KNOWN AS WINE! TAKE YOUR GLASS OF WINE NOW OR FACE EXTERMINATION!”
“Uh…” Rodney reluctantly takes the glass of wine. Kimberly giggles as she sits down on the sofa next to Rodney.
“Sorry about the Dalek. He tends to be cranky at this time of day. Come to think of it, he’s always cranky.”
“Does your toy have to be here, Ms. Williams?”
“That is not a toy. It is a drone and it has feelings.” Kim states sternly. “Now apologize to the Dalek for implying he was a toy.”
“Apologize to the toy…err drone?”
“Yes. Apologize or I fire you on the spot.”
Rodney sighs with frustration. “Fine. Uh, I apologize Mister, uh, mister Dalek.”
“APOLOGY ACCEPTED! YOU WILL NOT BE EXTERMINATED!”
“Alright. Not being exterminated is good, I suppose.” Rodney chuckles uneasily as he tries to be positive about all of this. He figures it is best to play into Kim’s eccentricity for now. She is quite wealthy and this could work out for him if he can just tolerate her. “Now then, shall we begin by discussing…”
Rodney is trying to talk but he stops when he realizes that Kim isn’t listening to a word he is saying. Instead, Williams is rummaging through the bag that her drone brought with it. Kim eventually produces a party hat and a thing of lipstick. Kim places the party hat on Rodney’s head and then applies lipstick to his lips. She stares at her handiwork and smiles approvingly.
“Beautiful!”
“What…why did you do that?”
“I wanted you to look beautiful. But come to think of it, you need something else.” She reaches over with the lipstick but Rodney starts to push her away.
“I would really rather you not do that, Ms. Williams.”
“Look Roddy, this is MY money. I’m the rich one, not you. So if you want in on this, if you want to work with me, then that means I call the shots. Got it?”
“But…”
“Hey, I get it Roddy, my methods may seem unorthodox to some. But they are MY methods, just like it is MY money.” She grins nastily. “And if you aren’t up to dealing with my methods and my terms then I can always hire someone else.”
Rodney is a greedy bastard but he isn’t sure that this is worth it. Still, Kim is quite wealthy. Maybe he can still use her in some way. He reluctantly nods his head, agreeing to whatever unorthodox terms she may have. Kim then giddily begins coloring all over his face with the lipstick. This goes on for nearly a minute and by the time she is done his face is almost completely red with it.
“There…” she puts the lipsticks back in the bag.
“Are you quite done?”
“Not yet.” Kim goes back through the bag. She pulls out a pink tutu. “Put it on.”
“What?! Why?!”
“Because I’m rich! That’s why! Rich people get to do whatever they want…at least that’s what I understand from watching so much television. Now put the tutu on or I fire you…or maybe Dalek here exterminates you.”
“It can’t really exterminate me…” he looks nervously at the robot “...can it?”
“I’m honestly not sure. We can try if you want!”
“No, that’s fine.” Rodney sighs as he stands up and takes the tutu out of Kim’s hand. Then he steps into it and pulls it up and on.
“Now you are perfect!”
“Can we please get the meeting started, Ms. Williams?” Rodney’s patience is being tested to its limits. Lucky for him, Kim has had her fun. She nods her head. “Good. Let’s first discuss investments. Ms. Floreschu never seemed interested in stocks but I believe proper investments can grow your wealth exponentially.”
“Like what?”
“Well social media platform Meta for one. There is also Amazon, which is always popular. And in this day and age medical stocks are huge. So I would suggest Pfizer or Moderna. Perhaps Johnson & Johnson.”
“So you think I should start playing the stock market.”
“It would increase your wealth, Ms. Williams.”
“Yeah, I could get richer.” She points a finger at Rodney. “And as a result it would make YOU richer. That’s your endgame, isn’t it Roddy? Use me to help make yourself wealthier.”
He sighs and nods his head. “That is how the game is played. I get paid by you. So the more you make, the more I make.”
“I figured.” She grins nastily. “And I’m inclined to let you invest my newfound money but I have a few requests of my own. A few demands you need to meet.”
“Haven’t I done enough?” He says with a sigh, looking down at himself still wearing the tutu.
“Oh that? That was just a game. No more games, no more humiliating you. These are serious requests. First of all, I am not some snob. I am not some wealthy fat cat abusing her wealth at the expense of others. I want to use my money for a good cause.”
Rodney realizes that Kim is being serious. He nods his head and then sits back down on the sofa. “Very well. I can help with that. What did you have in mind?”
“I want to set up a group that rescues exotic animals. Maybe even set up a conservation reserve, sort of like a zoo, to help preserve these animals for future generations to enjoy them. Can we do that?”
Rodney nods his head. “Oh of course. Many wealthy entrepreneurs have donated to causes such as the ASPCA, PETA, and…”
“No, no, no. I don’t want to just donate. I want to start my own.”
“Well…” he sighs “...it will be difficult but with your wealth we can certainly do that, yes.”
“Great. Also I want to buy some land.”
“Land?” Rodney arches his brow. “How much?”
“A LOT!” Kim exclaims loudly. “I want to purchase a plot of land large enough to place a large medieval style castle on it!”
Wells rolls his eyes. “You have to be joking…”
“I am NOT joking! I wanna live in a castle, damn it! And I want a tank!”
“A tank?!” Wells motions to the Dalek. “Isn’t that damned robot good enough?!”
“It is a drone!” Kim growls angrily. “And I want a tank! Not just any tank, a Sherman Tank! I want one! Now will you help me get my castle and my tank?”
“No…” Rodney shakes his head vehemently as he stands back up. He takes the party hat off and throws it back in her face. He takes off the tutu and throws it back at her as well. “I have had enough of this! I was willing to help because I thought you were serious, but it is clear that you are not taking any of this seriously.”
Williams gets up and glares angrily into Rodney’s eyes. The financial advisor is beginning to think he made a mistake in challenging her like this. “No, Roddy, the mistake that was made was on my part. I made a mistake in thinking that you ever had my best interests at heart. This is my money, not yours. And I want to use it for a good cause…”
“Yes! Rescuing wildlife is a noble cause! But a castle and a tank?! You don’t need that!”
“No, but it’s fun. And what’s wrong with having a little fun? Don’t act like you are all Mr. Nobility, either because I can read you like a book. You just want to manipulate me and use me, you want to get your hands on MY money.”
“It is how the game is played!” Wells exclaims. Kim smirks.
“And I don’t feel like playing your game. You’re fired.” She presses a button on the Dalek. “Get rid of our guest, Rusty.”
Rodney’s eyes grow wide as the Dalek comes back to life. “EXTERMINATE!” The Dalek shoots a liquid at Rodney…it turns out to be ghost pepper hot sauce. “EXTERMINATE!” The ghost pepper sauce is doing its work, burning the eyes and face of Rodney who begins to bolt out of the living room. The Dalek is giving chase. As soon as she hears the front door open and slam shut, signifying Wells has left, Kim slumps back down on the sofa. As Kim sits there in silence she doesn’t notice her twin sister Marie returning to the living room. Marie had been listening in closely to the proceedings. A grin forms on the face of Marie Jones. This went exactly as she had hoped. She wants Kim to herself. She didn’t want to share Kim’s wealth with Rodney Wells. Marie walks over and sits down next to Kim.
“So, I take it based on the look on your face things didn’t go well with Rodney?”
“I drove him to quit.” Kim says with a sense of disappointment in her voice. “I mean, I didn’t think my requests were too much…”
“What did you ask for?”
“A medieval castle and a Sherman tank. Oh and I also drew all over his face and made him wear a tutu. But doesn’t everyone do that to their financial advisor?”
“I thought they did.” Marie says, shrugging her shoulders. “Maybe he just doesn’t have an appreciation for your sense of humor?”
“Maybe that’s it. But that was just for fun, and now that I ran him off I don’t have anyone to help me with my actual goal.”
“What was your goal?”
“I wanted to start a rescue for exotic animals. You know how some people illegally keep exotic animals as pets? I want to rescue them and place them in a preserve. Maybe eventually turn it into a zoo of sorts so people can visit them. Y’know? I thought it was a good cause.”
“It is a great cause.” Marie says in agreement. Kim sighs and shakes her head.
“Maybe it is, but it won’t happen because I ran Roddy off…or rather Dalek is running him off…” Kim pauses “...I should probably find Dalek…”
“We can find Dalek later. But you don’t need Rodney Wells.”
“Who is gonna help manage my money? Roddy was even talking about investing money to help grow my money. More money means more finances I have to pump into my rescue.”
Marie nods her head. “He’s right but he’s not the only one who can help you with your money. I know a thing or two about money as well, Kim, and it would be my honor to help you. It would be my honor to be your financial advisor.”
Kim’s eyes light up like a tree on Christmas Day. “Really? You’ll help?”
“Of course.” Marie takes Kim by the hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. “Like I said, I am here for you. Everyone else may have abandoned you but I will always be here for you, Kim.”
“Thanks, Marie!” Kim leans over and embraces Marie in a tight hug. “You’re the best!”
“Of course I am.”
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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Rodney Wells is a financial advisor. He has worked with the wealthiest of the white collar corporate types and his most recent client was the now deceased wealthy Romanian Sorinah Floreschu. Wells knew nothing of Sorinah’s past. He didn’t even know if she had any children or heirs to speak of; so it came to a big surprise to him when he learned that she had left everything she owned to none other than the deranged ginger Kimberly Williams. Now Rodney Wells is going to be the financial advisor for Ms. Williams and he is on his way to see The Woman Scorned in Boston, Massachusetts at the home of Kim’s twin sister Marie Jones.
Wells may not be a wrestling fan but he knows of Kim and Marie. They are a couple of local celebrities in the Boston area. He never knew that his late client Sorinah Floreschu had a connection to them. And if he knew what that connection was, then perhaps he wouldn’t be so excited about taking this job. The truth is that Sorinah Floreschu is the sister of Emma Storm, who kidnapped Kimberly when she was born and raised her as her own, off the grid. Emma passed on her own twisted, corrupt, sociopathic tendencies to Kimberly. Sorinah wanted to atone for her sister’s sins and took Kimberly under her wing. She tried to guide her professional career. Little did Sorinah know that Kimberly had already begun to exact her revenge. Kimberly had murdered Emma, manipulated her way into being named Sorinah’s sole heir, and then murdered Sorinah.
This financial advisor isn’t even considering the potential ramifications of working with the eccentric mind of Kimberly Williams. He isn’t even concerned with how she came to become Sorinah’s sole heir. He merely sees the dollar signs that go along with being closely associated with Williams, a psychopath who has suddenly come into a large sum of money. He is thinking of how he can use this to his advantage. Little does he know what he is getting himself into.
Rodney Wells walks up to the front door of a large exquisite home. He rings the doorbell. A few moments later and the door opens. He spots the familiar redhead staring at him, smiling warmly and pleasantly from inside. She is dressed in a black knee length skirt, black patent leather high heeled pumps, and a red floral print silk blouse.
“Ah, Ms. Williams, you look lovely this evening.”
“Thank you.” She answers with a grin. “But I’m not Kim.”
“You’re not?”
“No, sorry.” She chuckles lightly. “I’m her twin sister Marie Jones.”
“Ah, yes. Of course, I should have remembered that there are two of you.”
“It confuses everyone. We call it twin magic.” Marie says with a wink.
“An apt term, if I do say so myself. But is Ms. Williams here? We were supposed to meet here to discuss her finances.”
“Yes, she’s waiting for you. Come inside.”
Marie motions for Rodney to follow her. He nods and follows her inside the home, shutting the door behind him. Jones leads Wells down the hall and then through another door into the living room. Marie then motions towards a sofa in the center of the room. Rodney sits down on the sofa.
“Do you want some wine, Mr. Wells?”
“That would be wonderful, thank you.”
“I will go take care of that and notify my sister that you’re here. But before I do, I want to say how lucky she is to have you.”
“Oh?”
“You don’t know Kim like I do. How could you? I mean, no one alive could possibly know Kim like I do because we are twins. But despite being twins we were brought up in vastly different environments. I’m sure you noticed this fine home, the nice furniture, it truly is luxurious isn’t it?”
“It is quite a nice home, Ms. Jones.”
“Thank you, because it is mine. Kim’s home isn’t like this. She wouldn’t know how to live in such opulence. But I was. I grew up not wanting for anything. I grew up in such luxury. But my sister, she grew up with nothing. For all intents and purposes she was homeless. Her ‘home’, if you want to call it that, was a shack in the middle of the wilderness because some monster kidnapped her at infancy.”
“That’s horrible. I had no idea.”
“Few people do. Most think she’s just acting or that she’s just crazy. And some of it is an act. She’s putting on a strong front because deep down inside she is hurting. But she also doesn’t know how to act around all this because she was raised with nothing. She needs a mind like yours to help her with her finances, Mr. Wells.”
“Well, I shall I do my best.” Rodney says with a warm smile.
“Thank you. I will go get my sister.” A fake look of sincerity forms across Marie’s lips. She plans on listening into the meeting between Rodney Wells and her sister. She cannot wait to see how this turns out. She hopes it will turn out in her favor. Jones turns and exits the living room. While Rodney sits and waits for the arrival of what he thinks will be his new client.
The wait for Mr. Wells is not a long one. Just like a sudden storm coming out of nowhere, Kimberly Williams comes hopping and skipping into the living room followed closely behind by her trusty and loyal Dalek. Kim is wearing torn denim jeans and a black t-shirt with the phrase “I Groped Ace Marshall” printed on the front. The mechanical menace is dragging a bag of who knows what behind it and the Dalek also has a tray attached to it, a tray that has a glass of wine on it. The Dalek rolls up to Wells and comes to a stop.
“ARE YOU THE HUMAN FLESH CREATURE KNOWN AS RODNEY WELLS?!”
“Uh…yes?”
“MISTRESS JONES INFORMED ME THAT YOU WANTED AN ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE KNOWN AS WINE! TAKE YOUR GLASS OF WINE NOW OR FACE EXTERMINATION!”
“Uh…” Rodney reluctantly takes the glass of wine. Kimberly giggles as she sits down on the sofa next to Rodney.
“Sorry about the Dalek. He tends to be cranky at this time of day. Come to think of it, he’s always cranky.”
“Does your toy have to be here, Ms. Williams?”
“That is not a toy. It is a drone and it has feelings.” Kim states sternly. “Now apologize to the Dalek for implying he was a toy.”
“Apologize to the toy…err drone?”
“Yes. Apologize or I fire you on the spot.”
Rodney sighs with frustration. “Fine. Uh, I apologize Mister, uh, mister Dalek.”
“APOLOGY ACCEPTED! YOU WILL NOT BE EXTERMINATED!”
“Alright. Not being exterminated is good, I suppose.” Rodney chuckles uneasily as he tries to be positive about all of this. He figures it is best to play into Kim’s eccentricity for now. She is quite wealthy and this could work out for him if he can just tolerate her. “Now then, shall we begin by discussing…”
Rodney is trying to talk but he stops when he realizes that Kim isn’t listening to a word he is saying. Instead, Williams is rummaging through the bag that her drone brought with it. Kim eventually produces a party hat and a thing of lipstick. Kim places the party hat on Rodney’s head and then applies lipstick to his lips. She stares at her handiwork and smiles approvingly.
“Beautiful!”
“What…why did you do that?”
“I wanted you to look beautiful. But come to think of it, you need something else.” She reaches over with the lipstick but Rodney starts to push her away.
“I would really rather you not do that, Ms. Williams.”
“Look Roddy, this is MY money. I’m the rich one, not you. So if you want in on this, if you want to work with me, then that means I call the shots. Got it?”
“But…”
“Hey, I get it Roddy, my methods may seem unorthodox to some. But they are MY methods, just like it is MY money.” She grins nastily. “And if you aren’t up to dealing with my methods and my terms then I can always hire someone else.”
Rodney is a greedy bastard but he isn’t sure that this is worth it. Still, Kim is quite wealthy. Maybe he can still use her in some way. He reluctantly nods his head, agreeing to whatever unorthodox terms she may have. Kim then giddily begins coloring all over his face with the lipstick. This goes on for nearly a minute and by the time she is done his face is almost completely red with it.
“There…” she puts the lipsticks back in the bag.
“Are you quite done?”
“Not yet.” Kim goes back through the bag. She pulls out a pink tutu. “Put it on.”
“What?! Why?!”
“Because I’m rich! That’s why! Rich people get to do whatever they want…at least that’s what I understand from watching so much television. Now put the tutu on or I fire you…or maybe Dalek here exterminates you.”
“It can’t really exterminate me…” he looks nervously at the robot “...can it?”
“I’m honestly not sure. We can try if you want!”
“No, that’s fine.” Rodney sighs as he stands up and takes the tutu out of Kim’s hand. Then he steps into it and pulls it up and on.
“Now you are perfect!”
“Can we please get the meeting started, Ms. Williams?” Rodney’s patience is being tested to its limits. Lucky for him, Kim has had her fun. She nods her head. “Good. Let’s first discuss investments. Ms. Floreschu never seemed interested in stocks but I believe proper investments can grow your wealth exponentially.”
“Like what?”
“Well social media platform Meta for one. There is also Amazon, which is always popular. And in this day and age medical stocks are huge. So I would suggest Pfizer or Moderna. Perhaps Johnson & Johnson.”
“So you think I should start playing the stock market.”
“It would increase your wealth, Ms. Williams.”
“Yeah, I could get richer.” She points a finger at Rodney. “And as a result it would make YOU richer. That’s your endgame, isn’t it Roddy? Use me to help make yourself wealthier.”
He sighs and nods his head. “That is how the game is played. I get paid by you. So the more you make, the more I make.”
“I figured.” She grins nastily. “And I’m inclined to let you invest my newfound money but I have a few requests of my own. A few demands you need to meet.”
“Haven’t I done enough?” He says with a sigh, looking down at himself still wearing the tutu.
“Oh that? That was just a game. No more games, no more humiliating you. These are serious requests. First of all, I am not some snob. I am not some wealthy fat cat abusing her wealth at the expense of others. I want to use my money for a good cause.”
Rodney realizes that Kim is being serious. He nods his head and then sits back down on the sofa. “Very well. I can help with that. What did you have in mind?”
“I want to set up a group that rescues exotic animals. Maybe even set up a conservation reserve, sort of like a zoo, to help preserve these animals for future generations to enjoy them. Can we do that?”
Rodney nods his head. “Oh of course. Many wealthy entrepreneurs have donated to causes such as the ASPCA, PETA, and…”
“No, no, no. I don’t want to just donate. I want to start my own.”
“Well…” he sighs “...it will be difficult but with your wealth we can certainly do that, yes.”
“Great. Also I want to buy some land.”
“Land?” Rodney arches his brow. “How much?”
“A LOT!” Kim exclaims loudly. “I want to purchase a plot of land large enough to place a large medieval style castle on it!”
Wells rolls his eyes. “You have to be joking…”
“I am NOT joking! I wanna live in a castle, damn it! And I want a tank!”
“A tank?!” Wells motions to the Dalek. “Isn’t that damned robot good enough?!”
“It is a drone!” Kim growls angrily. “And I want a tank! Not just any tank, a Sherman Tank! I want one! Now will you help me get my castle and my tank?”
“No…” Rodney shakes his head vehemently as he stands back up. He takes the party hat off and throws it back in her face. He takes off the tutu and throws it back at her as well. “I have had enough of this! I was willing to help because I thought you were serious, but it is clear that you are not taking any of this seriously.”
Williams gets up and glares angrily into Rodney’s eyes. The financial advisor is beginning to think he made a mistake in challenging her like this. “No, Roddy, the mistake that was made was on my part. I made a mistake in thinking that you ever had my best interests at heart. This is my money, not yours. And I want to use it for a good cause…”
“Yes! Rescuing wildlife is a noble cause! But a castle and a tank?! You don’t need that!”
“No, but it’s fun. And what’s wrong with having a little fun? Don’t act like you are all Mr. Nobility, either because I can read you like a book. You just want to manipulate me and use me, you want to get your hands on MY money.”
“It is how the game is played!” Wells exclaims. Kim smirks.
“And I don’t feel like playing your game. You’re fired.” She presses a button on the Dalek. “Get rid of our guest, Rusty.”
Rodney’s eyes grow wide as the Dalek comes back to life. “EXTERMINATE!” The Dalek shoots a liquid at Rodney…it turns out to be ghost pepper hot sauce. “EXTERMINATE!” The ghost pepper sauce is doing its work, burning the eyes and face of Rodney who begins to bolt out of the living room. The Dalek is giving chase. As soon as she hears the front door open and slam shut, signifying Wells has left, Kim slumps back down on the sofa. As Kim sits there in silence she doesn’t notice her twin sister Marie returning to the living room. Marie had been listening in closely to the proceedings. A grin forms on the face of Marie Jones. This went exactly as she had hoped. She wants Kim to herself. She didn’t want to share Kim’s wealth with Rodney Wells. Marie walks over and sits down next to Kim.
“So, I take it based on the look on your face things didn’t go well with Rodney?”
“I drove him to quit.” Kim says with a sense of disappointment in her voice. “I mean, I didn’t think my requests were too much…”
“What did you ask for?”
“A medieval castle and a Sherman tank. Oh and I also drew all over his face and made him wear a tutu. But doesn’t everyone do that to their financial advisor?”
“I thought they did.” Marie says, shrugging her shoulders. “Maybe he just doesn’t have an appreciation for your sense of humor?”
“Maybe that’s it. But that was just for fun, and now that I ran him off I don’t have anyone to help me with my actual goal.”
“What was your goal?”
“I wanted to start a rescue for exotic animals. You know how some people illegally keep exotic animals as pets? I want to rescue them and place them in a preserve. Maybe eventually turn it into a zoo of sorts so people can visit them. Y’know? I thought it was a good cause.”
“It is a great cause.” Marie says in agreement. Kim sighs and shakes her head.
“Maybe it is, but it won’t happen because I ran Roddy off…or rather Dalek is running him off…” Kim pauses “...I should probably find Dalek…”
“We can find Dalek later. But you don’t need Rodney Wells.”
“Who is gonna help manage my money? Roddy was even talking about investing money to help grow my money. More money means more finances I have to pump into my rescue.”
Marie nods her head. “He’s right but he’s not the only one who can help you with your money. I know a thing or two about money as well, Kim, and it would be my honor to help you. It would be my honor to be your financial advisor.”
Kim’s eyes light up like a tree on Christmas Day. “Really? You’ll help?”
“Of course.” Marie takes Kim by the hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. “Like I said, I am here for you. Everyone else may have abandoned you but I will always be here for you, Kim.”
“Thanks, Marie!” Kim leans over and embraces Marie in a tight hug. “You’re the best!”
“Of course I am.”