Taylor looked out the window of the Ewings' private jet, her fingers absently toying with her wedding rings. She was currently headed to Mexico, where Taylor had family business of her own to deal with. Her father, Wes Clayton, had died almost a year earlier, and her stepmother had been granted control of her father's empire. Taylor did not like sharing, and she was going to persuade Salma to turn over the companies to her.
After all, it was only fair she control her father's business. She was her daddy's little girl.
The bodyguards let her in with no argument, and she immediately went to Salma's rooms. Her stepmother never had been good at business matters, and Taylor had reviewed the latest business reports and Clayton Industries was falling behind. This was a five billion dollar company and Taylor refused to let it die. She knocked on her stepmother's bedroom door, and she entered the room with cool grace.
"Hello, Salma."
The older woman looked up, her eyes widening at seeing her stepdaughter. "Taylor, I didn't expect this visit."
Taylor smirked. "That's because I didn't inform you of it. I've come for you to sign over my father's company to me. I'm his daughter, and I deserve to be in control."
Salma stood up, her face serious. "Your father left the company to me. He wouldn't want it to be used to further the Ewings. Besides, my daughter and I are working hard to fix it."
Taylor suddenly became furious, her eyes flashing. "You and your daughter are nothing but bastards! Now either you sign over complete control of Clayton Industries to me or I expose you and your little brat for the frauds you are. And by the way, you can tell her to stop going by Taylor, because I know her real name is Stephanie." The redhead threw the papers down on her stepmother's desk, her silent threats coming through loud and clear to Salma.
Finally confronted with the threats, Salma signed the papers.
Taylor graced her with an icy smirk. "Thank you, Salma, darling. Now my daddy's empire will be controlled by his rightful heir."
She tucked the papers back into the manila envelope she was carrying, turning on the heel of her Manolo Blahniks and sashaying her way out.
What Taylor wanted, Taylor got.
When she returned home to Dallas, John Ross and Ross greeted her at the tarmac, Taylor flashing the papers Salma had signed as she walked towards them.
"We're a corporation, baby, I've got Clayton Industries under my control."
She took Ross in her arms, John Ross kissing her passionately.
"Baby, you're the most dangerous businesswoman I've ever met." There was a sarcastic edge to his voice.
"I just play to win, John Ross. And all of Dallas is about to learn that."