Relocation
Vlad Masters yearned with all his heart; he could've been anywhere else besides Amity Park. One the one hand, he'd rational motive to be in this despising location. On the other hand, preferably avoid it like the plague. However, the clients he and Mag desired to strike several business ventures with resided here. Therefore they'd to come here instead if they'd sought their possible partnerships to come true.
All their potential partners had incredibly young children. Nor could they afford to fly to Wisconsin due to their children. Therefore, the Masters came here as an alternative. They're fortunate enough to get the top-quality room in the only town hotel.
"Ancients! I wish we didn't have to come here at all!" complained Vlad as he'd attempted to uncover proper dinner attire. Amity Park didn't have much in the sense of glamour or high-end. However, they're three high-class establishments that weren't the Nasty Burger.
Mag, who'd been reading her Bible, placed a plum silk bookmark inside it. Sighing, she turned to her husband, "I do hope you'd cease your ranting shortly, my husband. I'm currently attempting to read Jazz's best-loved narrative in the Holy Scripture."
"So, you're reading about Ruth, then? I'm aware Danielle's favorite is Esther and Daniel loves his namesake's story," Vlad recalled accurately.
When it came to the names of their children? They'd let Mag select them, seeing how she'd a natural ability regarding names and symbolism. Thus she'd picked from her passions of horticulture and the Good Book. They'd both agreed on them together. Which showed they're able to comprise with one another.
"Yes, darling, those are their preferred anecdotes. I do hope Nanny Anna keeps to their routine on Sundays, which is Sunday School plus viewing one animated story from the Bible.
I desire my children to be closer to God. That they've got an unwavering faith to get them through life, it's why I decided to order everything animated concerning the Bible. Kids respond more favorable to cartoons plus music, then studying a grimy old book," as she held her Bible, for example.
"That we can agree. Don't fret, Mag, I'm certain Nanny Anna, and the rest of the staff will keep to their schedule."
"At least we'll be back home in time to do school shopping. After all, Danny starts kindergarten this autumn. Jazz is entering the second grade. Also, Pandora runs the daycare for children too young to attend school."
"I'll never get over how she's so spectacular with children," he smiled wistfully then added, "I'm thankful they go to Ghost Zone educational institutions. It would take plenty of anxiety off us then if they went to public school among humans."
"True enough," his wife concurred. Before she changed the topic, "Now you ought to wear the tie I got you. It will look phenomenal at dinner. I'll be wearing Nayda's apparel she gave me last Christmas."
"Thankfully, she's never designed anything obscene or slinky," Vlad remarked, pleased, " Nayda respects people and their bodies."
"I consider it's fantastic your sister obtained prosperity as both an artisan furthermore a fashion designer. I'm additionally grateful our brother-in-law appears to have kicked the habit of gambling. Therefore can we not dwell any longer about dinner?"
"Then what do you desire to chat about?" he noticed his wife's mischievous smile. "I think you know what I want," she purred suggestively as she laid seductively on the mattress.
"Give me five minutes, and I'll make your dreams come true," he requested, and she nodded with pleasure.
"I'll be waiting!" Some may not understand why a church-going woman would take such pleasure in the bedroom. Magdalene still held her faith in high regard. However, she an earthly woman who possessed desires like any other woman. Thankfully didn't desire kinky sex or what happens in Fifty Shades of Gray. All the same, she wanted to take delight in savoring her husband in private.
The following evening at Liberation de lame, the hybrids showed up first for their dinner conference. Vlad dressed in his top-quality suit with the necktie his wife had selected. Mag, on the other hand? She wore a breathtaking plum cocktail dress with her auburn and plum curls in an extravagant updo.
Magdalene feared her face would break from smiling so much. Practically when the Masons showed up. They're far too perky for her taste, without a doubt country club snobs. Mag wasn't a judgmental person, yet everyone at times was. The Manson might strike one blind with their vibrant pastel colors. Overall, they're unintentionally giving the Masters a headache. However, they did their best not to be ill-mannered.
Mr. Gray's attire was in more neutral colors, which were more manageable to look at. Also, he was down-to-earth and calming. Therefore he and the Foleys were more straightforward to deal with.
The last couple made the Masons turn up their noses in revulsion. Neither of the Masters was surprised that the affluent folks look down on the other couple. They didn't seem the type to accept a lesbian couple or one of them being biracial. Not racist but unquestionably old-fashion on the Mansons part.
Dr. Kate Wyler and her wife, Detective Jackie Devlin, were indeed not of the time. Given their hybrid nature and backgrounds, the Masters had no problem with people of the Pride community or mixed heritage. Again Mag's best friend was biracial.
The Masters had order dinner for everyone, making sure there wasn't any embarrassing food served. They needed this dinner to go well. Once they'd gotten through the appetizers, they moved on to the main course. Once their main course came, they ceased small talk and got down to business. "So we thank you for meeting us tonight. We know it's short notice, but we're delighted you're free this evening." Vlad began courteously.
"It's no problem, Mr. Masters. I've been looking for a proper partner for Mason Enterprise for years. None of my other potential partners had the credentials you maintain," Jeremy Mason revealed his thoughts.
"It'd be helpful to know our business enterprise is in good hands. We, after all, have Samantha to think about. Also, my mother-in-law is getting on in years. I'd like to assure my family in safe hands," Pamela voiced her thoughts while glancing away from the more 'ordinary' folks.
Damion Gray currently had struck up a side conversation with Dr. Wyler regarding sickle cell anemia. He'd brought it up because he desired to get Valerie tested. Her mother perished from the condition. Therefore wanted to make positive his daughter didn't inherit it.
Dr. Wyler assured him while she primarily practiced obstetrics, it wouldn't be challenging to arrange a test for his child. She only asked why she was not tested at birth. To which he answered, they didn't have health insurance at the time. Therefore they couldn't afford the test.
Her wife Jackie meanwhile conversed with Angela and Magdalene. Angela's brand-new commercial enterprise was a packery. When requested to describe, she told them of a brand-new dessert that was half pie and half cake. She added she'd been experimenting in mixing extra desserts.
"I do like creative thinking, Angela. I adore people thinking outside the box. Though, do you know how to make croissants?" the French-American police officer inquired.
"That I've no problem making, Jackie. I'm perfectly capable of making ordinarily desserts, among my numerous imaginative baked goods," Angela replied warmly.
"Well, I'm also pleased with your creative thinking, Angela. Speaking of your creativity? Do you remember what I asked you when we arranged this meeting?" Magdalene asked gingerly.
"I know what your talking about, Magdalene. I know from our previous talks you're all about being humanitarians. That you want to help as many people as possible."
"Yes, I do. So if you accept us as your partners to increase your business enterprise, then I've one request. That a portion of your product goes to feeding the hungry."
"That is more then acceptable to me. Though I'm a little surprised, you want my husband to be in charge of your Finical Department. I know he's an excellent accountant. Not to mention extremely excellent with revenue enhancement. I'm merely surprised you seek someone who's not previously employed by you is all," the young woman queried.
"The individual who'd been up for promotion ended up being dismissed. We found out they're striving to embezzle funds from us. Consequently, they've been sent to prison for their law-breaking," Vlad explained why they're seeking Mr. Foley as a replacement.
"I'm still not sure where the rest of us fit into this," Jackie remarked as she finished her seafood. Truthfully neither woman had even a clue why they'd been invited to this dinner at all.
"Well, I'm not sure you're aware, Ms. Devlin, but we recently completed the construction of our healthcare facility. We'd love your wife to be chairman of the broad there.
We also have an opening for needing a new head of security for Vladco. Both of you possess the attributes we seek. Furthermore, we desire to employ more people of different backgrounds. Plus, members of the Pride community," Vlad started to explain when Jackie cut him off.
"Are you seeking to use us as some poster child? Is that why you want us to work for you?" she demanded indignantly. She didn't desire being used as some well-to-do clan need to satisfy the people.
"We didn't mean to phrase it that way, Jackie. We're striving to move the world forward; moreover, teach more people acceptance, that we've no discrimination within our organization.
You know how several individuals are denied job opportunities due to being shunned or discriminated elsewhere. At Vladco, we don't care for any of that nonsense. We're fair and not bias. Anyone who can do the work is welcome in our family," Mag confidently explained what they meant in a non-offense manner.
"You know, Jackie, you've been saying for years you wanted to get away from that ass Garry Martin at work. This seems like a great opportunity to do that. And if we accept the positions, think about how that will benefit Dominique. It might be better to start over for our daughter," her biracial wife suggested to her gorgeous wife.
"Your daughter could've more beneficial educational opportunities if you consented to it. We also believe our vice-presidential and his daughter, who biracial, would get along well with your daughter," Vlad informed the indecisive couple.
"Well, it'd be nice to get away from my work tormentor. Consequently, we'll accept the positions," the short-haired police officer agreed with that statement. Kate nodded in agreement.
"We've got no problems either," everyone but Mr. Gray replied.
"Is there something wrong, Damion? You're quiet." Mag noted.
"I'm still not sure what you're expecting of me. I'm still not thoroughly understanding the circumstances," the young man confessed to which the Masters smiled and elucidated what they desired from him.
"As I'm sure you're aware, we recently entered a partnership with Axion Labs, and they've now opened a new branch in Wisconsin. We thought, due to your excellent work performance, you'd love the promotion to be in charge of the facility."
"Well, it'd be nice. It unquestionably means more money. Also, Valerie could have a fresh start too. Away from the bad memories of Amity Park. I'd feel honored to accept."
"That's wonderful. Now we've some incredibly magnificent company homes you can move into. I'm certain you'll find your brand-new accommodations quite to your liking. It should only take a month to get everything in order," Vlad said before his wife interjected.
"We'd love you to come and attend our monthly house party. We host one once a month for all our friends, employees, and their families. It's no trouble at all."
"It's a deal! We shall see you in a month!"
The minute they'd return to their hotel room, Mag called up their housekeeper to know how her babies were doing. Nanny Anna reported they're doing just hunky-dory. There haven't been any accidents, and they'd been kept on schedule.
"You'll be delighted to know the children are doing quite well. None of them had any power fluctuations. Also, the kitchen staff kept them on a healthy diet.
Thus everything is perfect at present. Now, are you going to tell me what bee been up to your butt since we arranged this business trip?" Magdalene demanded to her better half as she put her phone on the battery charger.
"I truly wish I didn't have to tell you. But as you are going to pester me till I do, I'll let you know," taking a deep breath, he told his spouse why he loathed Amity Park.
"It just so happens that this crummy hovel is the hometown of Jack Fenton! As far as I know, Jack and Maddie intended to settle here following college."
His wife cocked an eyebrow and put her hands on her voluptuous hips. "That's what got your goat?" rolling her eyes, "Some dork from way back lives here? Honey, I thought you put that nonsense behind you years ago."
"You know perfectly well its Jack Fenton's fault for the catastrophe that come about and turned us into well..." he started to say she pressed her fingertips to his lips to silence him.
"Yeah, I know that, and I'll be honest. I'd never dreamed I'd transform into a human-ghost hybrid when I left home. But it did happen, Vlad. So put it in the past where it belongs.
You need to not dwell on some birdbrain from your college days. Instead, focus on the here and now, which is our family. Not spare a thought about some people you've not spoken to in years," as his wife then headed to the lavatory to wash-up.
Vlad sighed, knowing his wife was correct. Still, it was difficult not to get aggravated about the entire accident. Mag would say look for the silver lining. When they talked about this in the past, she pointed out this fact.
Without Jack Fenton's tomfoolery, they'd never have met. If they hadn't met, Mag would've perished. Therefore fate had to be cruel to be kind. Guess fate had a mind all their own.
However, the billionaire remained restless as his wife showered. Pulling out his laptop computer, he began to see if he could discover anything on the Fentons. What it turned up left him speechless.
"Whatcha looking at?" and he phased through the bed in shock. "Vlad? Are you alright?! You've not done that in years," Mag finished wrapping a complimentary towel around her hair.
"Sorry, you just startled me is all."
"I can see that. Now, what are you so absorbed in that it made you phase through the bed?"
"Take a look at this newspaper article from last August" as he flipped the screen around so she could see it. The attractive young lady gazed her blue-violet eyes intensely at the screen.
Her jaw dropped from what the article said. Mag never met Jack and Maddie Fenton in person. However, she'd seen them in her husband's college yearbook. Therefore she recognizes them in the photograph.
It seemed the couple was convicted of several felonies last year. It was ranging from unregistered firearms to acts of terrorism. They'd even been booked on attempted murder! The list of charges took up half the page, ending with a life sentence without the possibility of parole.
"Hmm, not the ideal way to spend your spousal relationship in two different correctional institutions," she mused. "Do you think the Task Force helped add to the evidence? Given the nature of the couple? They did pose an outstanding threat to the Ghost Zone."
"I honestly don't know. Walker would likely be the one to ask that. But I agree I wouldn't want to spend my married life in a correctional institution."
"Well, at least now you can finally put them out of your mind. Now let's focus on what's relevant. I do hope that our clients' children don't have to troublesome time moving to a new city in a new state."
At the moment, those kids that Mag was concerned just found out they're moving. Some didn't take the news as well as others.
Sam Manson had been spending the night with her grandma while her parents were out. Sam was grateful when her parents were out. Since it meant she could get out of the frilly pink dresses, they forced her to wear as her grandma let her wear what she wanted. She preferred dark colors and scary stuff.
Her parents just didn't understand her. That she had no desire whatsoever to be a frivolous wealthy lady who drank tea or something, Sarah and her granddaughter valued their independent wild spirits and willingness to stand out and be themselves.
Currently, the pair found themselves in the family game room. Sarah Manson watched as her daughter drew a pitch-black, ominous citadel plus creating bat masks for them to wear. The benevolent grandmother continued crocheting until she heard her granddaughter ask her, "Grandma?"
"Yes? What is it, Sammy?" putting down the dark purple and black shawl she'd been working on.
"What do you think of my castle? I worked hard on the gargoyles!" as she proudly showed off her drawing. Her grandma gingerly took the sketch and smiled.
"It suits you, darling. Though too much glitter," as she rubbed her fingertips together.
Sam didn't seem bothered by the critique and instead asked, "Why did Mommy and Daddy go out tonight for? They seemed to be extremely thrilled about it," as she shudders at the thought of her parents being happy.
"They're having dinner with important people tonight, sweetie. Nothing to worry your pretty head over."
"Oh, so for Daddy's work. Boring! Pass me the purple crayon, please," to which her grandmother did. Sam had just finished making their bat masks when her parents came home. The fact they're overly smiling sent shivers down the five-year-old spine. Anytime her parents smiled like that, it only meant bad news for her. She was right.
Jeremy and Pam informed them they'd be moving to Wisconsin by the end of the month. Therefore they'd better start getting packed up. Sam didn't like it; she was moving. She spent the night complaining about it to her grandmother, who'd admitted it been entirely one-sided. Jeremy and Pamela should've addressed this with them in advance. Instead of plowing ahead and making a business deal that changed their whole world.
At the Foleys and Gray's homes, they'd mix reaction. Tucker seemed all calm and mellow about it. Valerie's emotions were melancholy. However, their parents previously discussed with them the possibility of moving.
As for the final child? Dominique Wyler-Devlin? Being the daughter of a lesbian couple has been difficult enough in Amity Park. Most of their neighbors didn't take kindly that one of her moms was biracial, and the other had given birth to her by a sperm donor. So to her, a fresh start sounded terrific.
By the end of the month, all four families had moved into Vladco company homes. Vladco's company residences were 3000 square feet, two-story contemporary houses with two-car garages. Their yards quite majestic. The inside of the houses came complete with four bedrooms, two bathrooms, one-half bath, laundry room, formal dining room, living room, second living space. Large kitchens with modern-day appliances, an island with an area for bar stools and overhead lights, fabulous backsplash. Tons of natural light, French doors, security cameras, energy-efficient windows, and plenty of storage.
Naturally, Magdalene and her children made unique Jell-O molds to welcome the new families to their homes. However, none of the children understood this strange tradition.
However, the party at the Masters' castle made the new kids feel much more at home. They were instantly making friends with all the kids there. However, it would be a while before their new friends mark Sam, Tucker, and Valerie.
That wouldn't happen until around Christmas of that year. Dominique didn't need to be Marked because, like Brooke, she had a Ghost Gene. A Ghost Gene is a mutation that grants humans supernatural powers.
Lilith is the one in charge of training such individuals, but again this would be a while till everyone had a chance to get settle. So for now, they enjoyed the party and all the friends they made.
Dr. Kate Wyler- voice actress Sandra Bullock:
Detective Jackie Devlin- voice actress Brooke Elliot star of Drop Dead Diva.
Dominique Ananda Wyler-Devlin- Voice by Reba Buhr - Rose- Ladybug.