Desperation drives people to do things they’d never imagined. The wild idea of staking a vague claim to an idea or even a person rarely comes to those of sane thought.
Tumbling profits and the need for an heir makes many of the aristocracy and the nouveau riche turn to alternative methods for their goal. The negative stories of the media can turn a company from success to disaster, where the positive stories can drive a company to an all time money high.
One family were desperate for their heir. Grasping nearly ten years into the past - an agreement with the Ortega family regarding their now affluent and attractive daughter. Their youngest son now a last hope with a last ditch attempt to tame a lavish rogue.
A twitch of a curtain revealed a cloudy sky as the patriarch sat like a lord at the head of his table. His wife was uneasy after the reports, and it was starting to get a little damning. His eldest son was dead, murdered in the ruins of another family’s mansion eight years previously, ironically the same family that he was meant to be marrying. Susan Ortega had been an excellent businesswoman, she had never experienced failure aside from her marriage it was commented, and now it was her daughter that the patriarch was studying a photo of. She was practically the spitting image of Susan, albeit the blonde hair was a smouldering chocolate shade on the young woman. Saskia had left Cirrus for work six or so months after her father’s death, and had never returned. The business had been left in the same hands that Susan had left it with, though there were now rumours arising that a new guardian was needed.
If a new guardian was needed, then Saskia would also need to return to Cirrus. Their dowry for the woman’s hand in marriage had long been paid, now it was the time for redemption.
Signalling for a messenger, the patriarch summoned the services of a close deceiver, and ensured the demise of the guardian of the business for Miss Ortega.
Saskia let herself into her dad’s place, taking care to make no extra noise than necessary to avoid waking the twins. She’d had some disturbing news from her home planet, and wanted some advice. Not something that she was keen on either way.
The sun had not long broken as she made herself a drink using the herbal tea bags that sat next to the kettle. The watercolour painting of a sky breaching through the clouds The evening sky was more ornate to the woman, but she could also appreciate staying up all night to watch the sun break the night.
Andrelious looked as though he had not settled well once he made his way towards his eldest, the look of surprise on his face before she handed him over a letter.
Dear Miss Ortega,
It is with great regret that we inform you of Mr Towarni’s sharp decline in ill health. It is feared that he will not last the month.
As dictated to yourself upon your 21st birthday and upon receipt of the family business, you are the only one who can appoint the next guardian. The board has decided that the stress of the job would do Mr Towarni no good to improve upon his health for the future.
You need to return to Cirrus immediately and appoint a new guardian. Please find enclosed the top three recommended candidates by the board, though we are contract bound to remind you that you are under no obligation to select one of the enclosed.
“Fancy a trip to Cirrus again?” The Epis asked her father with a querying look.