Chapter 2

Mr. Henry Salt was in his personal limousine instructing his driver. Even though the car window was covered by rain, he could see the school building with all the other members' vehicles present.

"Driver...uhh...can you park me in the behind of the building? I have to tend to important matters with my fellow members…" Mr. Salt asked of the driver, knowing that he has plenty of loyalty to him.

"At once, Monseiur Salt," the driver replied with a fake French accent. He then went up to the parking lot of the school board and drove up to the lot that had a sign on it.

It said. "For Superintendent of Middleton School District!"

Mr. Salt gulped while the limo parked parallel as one of the butlers held a $700 umbrella for him. And he was not alone in the lot.

_Two of the board members, both with more ordinary-looking and cheap umbrellas, came up to him once the door to the Salt's limousine was closed behind him.

"Mr. Salt….we need to talk!" one of the board members dictated to the Salt patriarch, pounding his fists together.

Henry was sweating at the forehead, combined with the rain, and his teeth were chattering, for these board members had strong muscular frames.

"We…..we can e-e-explain this g-g-g-gentlemen….no…no harm done?" Mr. Salt exclaimed and put his fingernails near his teeth.

"Mr. Henry Salt, you have been late on your payment to the government…." the first board member continued angrily, folding his hands.

The other board agreed, pulling out a receipt, "Yes, ever since your daughter went on her trip to the state juvenile hall a few months ago for that DUI, it has cost $10,000 a day to keep her in the cell! Two months…..Mr. Salt…TWO MONTHS!" He showed Mr. Salt the part where they had to deliver Veruca her mink coats to her jail cell, despite the fact that she was wearing an orange prison uniform, all because she wanted to look pretty.

The lighting flash commenced followed by a peal of thunder.

"Yeah..but…but….but that was just a drop in the bucket….surely the money can be replaced…" Henry stammered, biting his lip and begging on his knees.

The first board member smirked, "Not when you've been trying to gamble on the stock market like crazy while Veruca was in jail…." He pulled out his BlueBerry and typed in some key figures.

"But I-I was trying to m-m-make money for my darling and d-d-dear Veruca for th-th-the day s-s-she was r-r-released from jail…My Veruca would be h-h-happy with the money."

The first board member pulled out his BlueBerry and showed the on-screen display to the Salt patriarch. "Combined with your daughter's currently ongoing shopping habits...it comes out to..."

He read the screen:"Around 40% of Salt inheritance…..lost for good…."This figure bulged out Mr. Salt's eyes…"Oh….oh….oh no! My daughter Veruca is gonna…gonna kill me if she finds out about this!"

"Oh, and that Veruca's Law that your daughter tried to implement for the first time the day on the arrest of Kim Possible? You remember that night, do you?" the first board member smirked.

"Y…yeah?" Mr. Salt replied with his mouth being dry.

"That failed law did not work at all and cost $40,000! It's the little and big financial mistakes that you are making that is damaging the Salt family! Middleton does not have any time for your shenanigans!" the first board member exclaimed, pointing at Henry's rotund chest.

"Please….stop that….." Mr. Salt whimpered, "and it's gonna ruin our next-door neighbors, the Leons, too!"The second board member replied with a grin that could deflate any opposing ego, "The Leons are in perfect financial shape! They have hired the best financial advisors to weather the economy!"

"Just face it, Mr. Salt! Times have changed and the economy has gotten hard! Everyone in Middleton sees the economy hardship staring at them in the face except for you and your wretched family! They do NOT have to rely on your money to stay afloat!" the first member concluded his rant.

This completely broke Mr. Salt. "I…..I do not understand!"

The first board member smiled "To put it simply, Mr. Salt, we don't want you around here anymore!"

Mr. Salt, incensed by this, tried his Veruca look, "You two are not going to influence me to leave! Me, my lovely wife, and especially my sweet daughter will stay here in Middleton and there's nothing you can do about it! I still have support among my other board members!" He stormed out of their presence and headed to the convention hall where the meeting was taking place.

The first board member sighed outside as he walked up to the awning to seek shelter. He took out a cigarette and his lighter and began to smoke. "Dave, do you think Mr. Salt gets it that it's going to be his last stand?"

Dave replied "Nope, Tommy, he, like his level-headed daughter, doesn't know what's gonna hit her!"

He then typed in something, "Hope Kim gets the message."