Author's Note: Thank you to everyone for their reviews! In case you haven't figured it out, this story is a spin of an old movie titled, The Bachelor.

And to Kentucky, thank you so much for your touching review. It really made me smile.

Vera...

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Randy must've read the will about twenty times within the last half-hour. He was still trying to make sense of it all. Who gets married after knowing someone for a month? Worse yet, his inheritance depended on having a wife, whom he needed to be married to for at least five years and no girlfriends on the side. This is bull.

Determining that there was more to the story than a 'Good Luck' wish from Dave, Randy headed straight home to speak with his mother. Marie Orton was a Southern belle who was quite the philanthropist. She constantly gave money away to various colleges, organizations and donated a sizable amount to the hospital, which in return, named several rooms after the Ortons.

She kept her position at Orton Advertising mainly to give her something to do during the weekdays. While there was plenty of wealth for her not to work, Marie did not want to become a desperate housewife. Figured she could join a country club and be surrounded by other stuffy executive wives, or be bored to death watching soap opera after soap opera, Marie opted to work at the company that her and Bob built. And the decision paid off, Forbes magazine estimated the family fortune to be nearly $500 million dollars.

Sitting down to enjoy her afternoon tea, Marie waited for her son to fly off the handle at any moment now. It was when she heard the always uncomfortable blasting of heavy metal music in the driveway that her only child was home. This is going to be fun.

Huffing into his parents' palatial estate, Randy slammed the front door behind him. "Mother!" He called out as he searched for her.

"I'm in here, Randall." Marie answered from the breakfast nook.

Randy made a bee-line to where his mother was. She was dressed in her usual two-piece suit and her makeup was flawless. Her brunette hair was coiffed and she wore her trademark pearl jewelry on her neck, wrists and ears. He found her pouring a cup of tea and looking quite relaxed. Marie also had finger foods laid out on the round table for her and a guest.

"Have a seat, Randall." She motioned to him.

"Mother, I don't have time to…"

"I believe you can afford a few minutes before you begin your search." Marie smiled as she referenced the will.

Randy looked at his mother. She knows all about it. It was probably her idea to begin with. Feeling defeated, Randy took a spot at the table and watched as his mother filled her plate with various finger foods.

"You should eat something, Randall. You look like you haven't eaten in a while."

"I think I lost my appetite." Randy retorted.

Marie shot a glance at her only child. "I sincerely hope that attitude is going to disappear during our tea time, Randall."

Randy conceded as he put his head down slightly. "Yes, Mother."

"Good, now that we've gotten that out of the way. Let me begin by saying that the will is not being amended." Marie took a sip of her chamomile tea. "Were there any questions?"

What the…? "Yes, one: Why?"

"Randall, your father and I wanted only the very best for you as you were growing up. Whatever you wanted, we provided. In return, you had great grades in both high school and college—graduating summa cum laude—an astonishing feat. And the way you operated Orton Advertising in the recent weeks showed how business-savvy you truly are. You're a natural, Randall."

"Yeah, thanks, but what does this have to…"

"It's time for you to grow up, Randall. For too long you have freeloaded on our wealth and it's time for you to get yours. You need to move out, for starters. Demonstrate why you need to head Orton Advertising and settle down. You're getting too old to be cavorting with all these little playthings. There is no WH in front of Orton."

"WH?"

Marie smiled. "Spell it out, Randall."

Randy sat back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling. "W-H-O-R…cute, Mother."

Marie smiled once again. "It's not that your father and I didn't like the girls you brought home, but let's face it. I don't think you remembered their names any more they remembered yours."

"But I don't understand why my dating lifestyle has anything to do with what running Orton Advertising."

"Orton Advertising needs to be represented by someone who is both career- and family-oriented. Many of our clients have family-based products and I'm almost positive the consumers are not going to want to see some reckless kid handling their accounts."

"Oh, so I'm reckless now?"

"You know what I mean, Randall. Your image of you is not what everyone else sees. And that needs to change. This wasn't something your father and I thought of one night nor was it something he requested on his death bed. This will have been in the making for several years with the hope that you will stop your playboy ways and get serious about your life."

"Yeah, okay, I get it but why thirty days? That's impossible." Randy said, exasperated.

Marie shook her head. "Not really. If you really want to change your life for the better, thirty days is plenty of time. You'll be amazed what could happen between now and thirty days. If you're determined enough, you'll find Her."

I don't believe this mess. "And what if I don't? What's going to happen then?" Randy asked.

Marie took a bite of her egg salad sandwich and took a sip of tea. "I hope you like the goodwill, because that's where you're going to be shopping."