In your dreams

13

My mom makes eye contact with the two women, who under my mothers intimidating gaze, look away. "So mom, what brings you back to the states?" I ask trying to tear my mothers gaze from billie. Vivian turns her attention back to me "well." She says as she pops open the bottle of wine and pours herself a glass, then fills mine and Michaels. "Your father has a meeting set with some robotics company, who is looking for private investors, but, of course your father overbooked his schedule and has sent me to meet them instead"

I smirk as I sip my wine "sounds like dad" my mother sighs and smiles "he does do this often, though this time I didn't mind. I gave myself some wiggle room to spend time with my daughter" she sent a wink my way and flashes me her pearly whites. My mothers beauty has always been enchanting, it's one of the main reasons my father fell in love with her. That and the fact that she is quite literally a genius. My mother went to school to become a doctor then once she graduated changed her mind and put herself through law school, where she met my father, William Declan Vanderbilt.

They dated through college then a few years after my mother married into one of the wealthiest families at the time. Don't get me wrong my family may live a very comfortable and lavish life but if you saw us on the street you wouldn't be able to tell other than by material items. I wouldn't consider my parents and I to be 'snobby' or 'stuck up' if anything my parents are quite humble. My mother grew up very modest, having come from a middle class, working home. My father is a successful businessman, who gained a hefty inheritance, having come from 'old money'. But to me growing up they always made sure I had as much of a normal childhood I could.

I was able to complete grade school and attend a university like a normal child. They taught me that material things or whatever I had never really mattered and for that I'm grateful. Granted, my parents are funding my education and housing, but, they are also doing the same for Michael. Hence, why we live quite comfortably and can really focus on gaining the 'college' experience without a worry.

"What's this company called?" Michael asks my mom. "Kineros" she answers. "Oh I've heard of them. Aren't they the ones who make like sex related...things?" I ask. My mom sips her wine and nods "yes, but taking a look at their stocks and sales reports. It could be a great investment on our part." I nod "when's the meeting?" My mom checks her watch "tomorrow mid-afternoon. Which reminds me y/n would you mind joining me. Your father wants you to come and let him know your opinion." I nod.

It's not uncommon for my father to request such a thing. He will always trust my opinion even if the numbers are good or bad. He says he wants me to learn the trade so I can one day take over the empire. I've been sitting in on my parents business ventures since I was able to comprehend my surroundings and form my own opinions. Imagine a seven year old sitting in a room, a clipboard with pictures of sales reports in her lap and telling a grown man she thinks his business isn't worth my fathers time. Plus, he always makes sure I get 70% of the profits from the deals I help them make..

"Sure. Just send me the reports and I'll be ready by tomorrow afternoon." My mother smiles "that's my girl."
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After dinner I drive us back to the apartment and make myself comfortable in the living room, papers of Kineros sales reports and other important information spread across my coffee table. The numbers look good but I usually go off my impression of the people. Numbers on paper are great but people show you the possibilities of the company becoming a liability.
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It's just around 12 and I've finished getting ready. My mother chose my outfit last night. A lilac Milano silk button up tucked into black high waisted trousers paired with my Valentino belt, and black Valentino studded pumps. For makeup I went with light natural face and a bit darker makeup for my eyes. I love the simple contrast it gives, something about it makes me feel like a siren.
"Y/n! Let's go!" My mom yells from the front door. "Coming" I speed towards the door and look for my keys. I hear a honk and realize my mom is waiting for me...inside my car.

As we arrive at the building we're led into a conference room where my mother and I set up. My phone rings and I see it's my father. "Hello? Hi daddy" "hey princess your mom told me you just got to the room. Good luck and let me know how things are." I begin drawing on my clipboard "sure thing pops" my dad chuckles "give 'em hell sweetheart I heard their partner is a real hard ass" I huff "pfft we'll see" "okay well I gotta run now, talk to you soon" he hangs up and I look at my mom. "Dad said to give them hell" she giggles "don't you always?" and just then the door opens and in walks two goofy looking men with idiotic bowl cuts.

You've got to be kidding

My mother and I stand "Mrs. Vanderbilt" a blonde greets my mother, who gracefully shakes his hand "nice to meet you, Im Jeff" before my mom can greet him a brown haired man with the same stupid cut grabs her hand "mutt, pleased to meet you!" He shakes her hand vigorously. My mom snatches her hand away and wipes it on her skirt. The two men turn to me "and you are?" "Ms. Vanderbilt." They share a look and reach to shake my hand "I don't shake hands" I simply state making the men scratch the backs of their necks "right well, nice to meet you" my mom spares me a glance.

"Our assistant and business manager should be arriving soon." The one known as, Jeff, states. Seconds later, the door opens once again and this time fiery red hair and lilac purple pull my attention away from studying the two goofs. As the woman shuts the door and turns her attention to us her eyes immediately snap towards mine. Her smug smile vanishing. "Ah! Ms. Venable. Meet Mrs and Ms. Vanderbilt" mutt says as he gestures to my mother and I.

Ms. Venable hmm suits her

My eyes trail down her body following her cane as she walks to my mother and shakes her hand then mine. The two men share a glance then shrug. "Thank you for joining us today. Please sit and let's begin shall we?" Ms. Venable says with dominance and determination in her voice. A few minutes into their presentation I notice how the two men just sit there playing with their papers like toddlers while Ms. Venable does all the heavy lifting. "Any questions?" She asks. My mother nods and clears her throat "you said you mainly create life-like sex dolls for private wealthy clients, Correct?" The redhead nods "yes, as well as creating other high tech toys for the mainstream market."

My mom nods and looks at me "I see."
That's my cue
I clear my throat causing three pairs of eyes to land on me "here's the deal. We are looking to diversify our portfolio and would be open to adding you to our list." The woman nibbles on her lower lip. While the two men smile like idiots. I grab my clipboard and glance through the papers "looking at the current state of your business, financial projections for the next few years and given the market opportunity and industry, adding kineros to our portfolio doesn't seem like a bad idea."

My mom watches me with a gleam in her eyes. "But with that being said, I read the people just as much as I read the numbers. Jeff and Mutt you are the owners and main scientists, am I correct?" The men smile and nod "yes ma'am" I smirk at their use of manners.

"Well if you don't mind I would like to have a grand tour of the place, see how you two work and where my money is going and if it's worth the potential risk of you two becoming a liability, if you know what I mean" the men nod their head profusely "we totally understand" I sit back, cross my legs and place my arms on the arm rests. My eyes catch the redheads who is eyeing me hungrily.

"When would be best for you?" I look at my watch then at my mother. I lean closer to my mom sat beside me and whisper "Devrions-nous le faire maintenant ? Il n'y a pas de meilleur moment. Ils ne peuvent pas mettre en scène ou se préparer"
(Should we do it now? There's no better time. They can't stage or prepare)
My mom checks her watch and nods. I turn back towards the three nervous and confused looking clients "Now" I say, dominance and determination laced in my voice. The two men look at each other nervously and look up to Ms. Venable who is standing behind them. "Of course, Ms. Vanderbilt" she says.

She moves towards the door so my mother and I stand.
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