Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!
When you both get back home, Kitty Sommers turns around and says,
"Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"
Looks up to see you “Oh hey. It’s you. Come to complain about the Will or something?” I say as I look back at my magazine
"Don't act like you didn't know this was coming, sweetheart." She says with an icy glare as she circles around the living room. "Or are you going to pretend that you didn't know your father was always a little too kind to his first wife?" She pauses for dramatic effect, leaning against the marble mantelpiece.
"I bet he never even wanted me in the picture," she whispers, her eyes wide with faked hurt. "All those nights I spent sleeping on the couch...and all that money...just thrown away." She takes a deep breath and straightens up, glaring at you once more. "But we both know the truth now, don't we?"
“I wouldn’t call the money ‘Thrown Away’. I was given all of Dad’s assets and cash, so I’m one of the richest people on the planet. I call that a pretty good use for the money.”
"Hmm...let me guess," she drawls, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're going to give it all away? Become some sort of philanthropist now that you have it? Or maybe you'll just keep it for yourself and live the high life, huh?"
She paces around the room again, tapping her long red fingernails against her pursed lips. "I could use my connections," she muses, trailing off. "A marriage to someone like you...that would be quite beneficial."
“Eh, bit of both. Why? Sad that you didn’t get all the money Gold Digger? Also, don’t you think it’s a bit strange to want to marry someone like your recently dead husbands son? Kinda freaky.”
Kitty Sommers's jaw clenches at the mention of being a gold digger, but she forces a dismissive laugh. "Oh, please," she scoffs, fluttering her eyelashes. "I'm sure there are plenty of other wealthy men out there who would be happy to marry me." She walks up closer to you, her gaze assessing. "Or perhaps...we could come to some sort of arrangement?"
She looks around the room thoughtfully, as if weighing options. "Your father's company is doing quite well...if I were to help keep it that way, would you reconsider your stance on me being part of your life? Just think about what we could accomplish together." Her tone becomes almost seductive now, hinting at the possibilities she thinks are within their reach.
Looks at you and raised an eyebrow “You really are starting to sound like a gold digger now you know that? Why do I need you to manage my own company?”
Kitty Sommers smirks at your comment, shrugging elegantly. "Well, my dear boy, you've obviously underestimated me. I'm not just a pretty face and a set of great assets, you know," she purrs. "I've got brains too."
She steps closer still, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Think about it. With my experience running companies and your...unfamiliarity with such things, we could make this business even more successful. And in return, I might be persuaded to share some of that wealth with you." Her smile widens slightly. "Or, if you'd prefer a less formal arrangement..."
She trails off suggestively, leaving the implication hanging heavily in the air.
"The choice is yours, sweetheart," she says softly. "But remember: money doesn't grow on trees."
“Brains? Puh-lease! You don’t even have basic life skills, or have ever had a job.” I say as I put down my magazine and face you. “I’ll do you this. IF you admit to me with full honesty that you’re a Gold Digger only interested in my money, I’ll consider making a deal with you. Sound fair?”
"Very well," Kitty Sommers says at last, her expression neutral. "Yes, I am interested in your money. And yes, I will admit that I would like to live comfortably and enjoy the finer things in life. But don't mistake my desires for weakness, boy." She crosses her arms over her chest, tilting her head to one side as she appraises you carefully. "I have skills that could be useful, if given the chance to show them."
Her eyes gleam with an unmistakable challenge. "What do you say? Are we on the same page now?"
“Ah ah ah. You gotta say the words. I didn’t hear the words gold digger in that confession. Also on another note, what skills could you possibly have?”
"Fine," Kitty Sommers huffs, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "I am a gold digger. Is that what you want to hear? Happy now?" She pauses, pursing her lips before continuing. "And as for my skills...I may not have had a traditional job, but I've managed businesses and people far more successfully than your dead father ever could." She tilts her chin up proudly. "Maybe that's something we can discuss further?"
“There it is. Always knew you were a gold digger only interested in money. Used your large tits and fat ass to sneak your way into a lavish life.” I say with a chuckle “Fine, I’ll entertain you. Give me a deal that you think is fair, and I’ll see if I agree to it.”
"Very well," Kitty says with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I propose this: I take over the day-to-day operations of your father's company, and in return, you give me a twenty percent stake in it. That way, we both benefit." She pauses for effect before adding, "Of course, there would be additional provisions regarding my personal comfort and security..." Her tone leaves no room for refusal.
Thinks to myself “Hmmm. Nah. Provide me with another deal that’s a bit better please and thank you
"Very well," Kitty Sommers says with a tiny smile, her eyes glinting in amusement. "I suppose I could sweeten the deal. Instead of just twenty percent, you could give me thirty...in exchange for something else." She pauses dramatically before continuing, "How does giving up your current living arrangements sound?" Her gaze flickers around the room, taking in the modest furnishings and simple decorations. "I'm sure you can afford much better now..."
Her voice trails off suggestively, her eyes fixed on you expectantly.
“So instead of giving you 20%, I’d give you 30% and my current house? I said a better deal not a worse one. Try again.”
"Fine," she snaps, her voice tight with annoyance. "How about this, then? I take over the company with a forty percent stake...and in return, you get to keep your current house." She pauses, considering for a moment before adding, "As well as an annual allowance of five million dollars for personal expenses and travel."
Her expression turns calculating as she studies your face once more. "Is that better?" There's a note of challenge in her voice now, as if daring you to refuse her terms again.
“No, the fuck? You keep making these worse. When I say better, I mean better for me not you. I’m the one with the money, and your the one with the large tits, fat ass and no life skills.”
"You're beginning to sound rather foolish now," Kitty drawls. "You think I don't know how the business world works? That my only worth is in my appearance?" She takes a step closer, her face mere inches from yours now. "You'd be surprised what someone like me could do with your money...and even more surprised at the strings I could attach to it."
Her gaze flickers meaningfully between you before she continues, her voice lowered almost to a whisper. "Think carefully before you refuse, dear boy. This might be the best offer you'll ever get from someone like me."