“Hello? Hello, Dad? Yes, I need you to come over right away. I’ve found her. I’ve finally found the one.”
“Alright, boy, tell me about this one.” Alistair Worthington Jr was not thrilled about being yanked away from his morning paper for another one of his son’s escapades.
“She’s perfect, dad. She has no desires of her own, only future plans that center around her dead grandmother or some shit.”
Alistair perked up at this news. “Go on.”
“Well, that’s about it. There is one more thing, I guess. She’s smart, Dad. She already figured out I was a Worthington.”
“DAMN IT, Boy!” Alistair threw his coffee cup across the room. “You’ve got to do better than that. We need this to work. We can’t manipulate a smart one. We need a sheep who hangs on your every word.”
“No, Dad! This is better. She’s smart which means she’ll see reason. If we give her reasonable explanations, she’ll do it.”
“Intriguing.” Alistair Worthington Jr stroked his chin. “Perhaps you aren’t a waste after all. Do you think she’ll marry you?”
“Of course she will.” Chip gestured around the kitchen. “Who wouldn’t want this?”
“Does she have any living family?”
“Dunno. All she talked about was dead grandmothers.”
“Watch out for family ties, son. They could be the downfall of the plan.”
“It’s alright, Dad. I’ve got this. It will work this time.”
“You’d best hope so, boy.” Alistair got up to leave but turned back and looked at his son. “You’re inheritance is riding on it.” And with that he left.