Chapter 55

                                    

                                          
Veronica Waldorf paced back and forth in front of her bed.  If a single word could sum up her feelings it would be 'desperate'.

                          
Plans of waiting for that foolish baby of a man to kill himself off with drugs had all suddenly gone down the toilet.  It would have probably only taken a few more years.  If she'd kept working him like a dog and discouraging his bi-annual doctor visits it would have worked.
                          
She shook her head, frustrated.  After she'd gone through all that trouble of telling him what to write in his will one night two years ago when he was drunk out of his mind and high on ecstasy.  She'd promised him her body if he just wrote what she wanted on the will.
                          
He had the original one somewhere in his house.  She'd made sure then to make things look like they were having an affair to anyone who watched them too closely.  She had quit her other clients and stayed in his office everyday. When he finally keeled over because of some liver disease it wouldn't even have looked suspicious that the sole female in his life was left with most of the money.

                          
But of course now that plan was down the drain.  The man was quitting every drug including the anti depressants. He was only twenty six.  His young body would repair any damage inflicted soon enough.  She'd only needed him to keep at the self destructive behaviour for at least four more years.
                          
The day of his death now seemed so far away.  She was older than he was.  She was thirty-five.  She wanted her money!  She wanted it NOW!  She'd had plans for that cool billion.  And she knew he was worth a billion because she handled most of his bank accounts. Sure she could have stolen it off slowly but she wanted the whole thing at one time.
                          
The minute she got the money she would have left her pathetic husband and disgusting children and run off to some private island to spend her money in isolation and relaxation.  Why did the man suddenly grow balls to face his issues?  Was this all that stupid -yet attractive -Calum kid's fault?  After all she did for that kid.  She let him touch her boobs once on the beach.  She should have known from all the questions he asked all the time.  He probably figured out her plan.
                          
Veronica shook her head.  Calum wasn't smart. He was easily distracted.  Whenever he got too nosey she would just 'accidentally' lift her skirt and all was forgotten and forgiven. Dumb kid.

                          
"Zachary how dare you fix your life and ruin my chances at your billions." She muttered.   She suddenly shoved over her dresser and screamed in a fit of rage.
                          
There was a timid knock on her door.  She stood straight thinking that it must have been her daughter.  Her husband was away not making enough money and her son was a freak who probably didn't know there was any such thing as light in the world.

                          
She yanked open the door. "What is it Victoria?" She snapped looking down at the girl.
                          
"It's Vanessa Mom." She said timidly. "I heard a noise and was worried . . . is everything alright?"
                          
Veronica disliked her son.  But her daughter was definitely her less favourite of her spawn.  The girl looked like her but had the attitude of that too kind no sex-drive man she married. He was lucky he was rich . . . well not rich enough anymore.  She needed more than millions.  She wanted Zachary's billions!
                          
"Can't you be more like your brother and leave me alone?!" She screamed at the girl.
                          
Vanessa nodded quickly. "I'm sorry." She nearly bowed.  She was about to scurry away but then stopped and asked; "Have you had dinner?  The chef made some earlier . . . I think I'm the only one who ate."
                          
Veronica rolled her eyes. "Have the 'chef' bring it up here . . ." She nearly slammed the door in the girl's face but paused remembering something. "Is your brother home?" She asked.