Enraged Thorn watched as his daughter walked across the grass, and disappeared into the grounds. He turned and headed quickly over to the phone in his secret office behind the fireplace. He picked it up and dialed zero. "Yes." Replied his garden night guard Greg. "Number 2 is heading east ward towards the inner grounds and the stables. Follow them where ever they go, and report back to me in full detail. Spare nothing, no go quickly!" He hung up and sat in his chair behind the cherry desk.
China was up to something. She never went out at night, and because of her severe hay fever and insect allergies hated the garden. He was wary but not fully overwhelmed by wonder of what she was up to. China was not the mental heavy weight of the family. But if it had been Desiree he would have been worried.
Desiree was smart. Her mind was sharp and she could figure out many things. Some times she was too smart for her own good. But lately China had been rebellious, and moody. Even sometimes far away and thinking about something more important. It wasn't good for a girl like her to think too often. She usually never spoke back to him, and Thorn didn't like that. She was the heir to his entire empire, he couldn't have her acting this way.
He sat thinking for another forty-five minutes, then the phone rang. "Talk." He said shortly. "Sir, number 2 is in a car heading northbound 680 in a car with private enemy 2. Keep with them?" He asked. "Yes. But stay at a distance I don't want you to be seen." He put down the phone. Private Enemy 2, Rolf Tyson.
Tyson was his arch rival. They always had been enemies. But for his daughter to betray him and go out with Tyson's son. He boiled at the thought. How would he strike the fear into he thick skull that he was boss. He sat for a few moments then the thought occurred to him. China was the sole heir to his will. All his money, all the operations. He knew she was looking forward to getting it too, and that was the only thing that was keeping her home.
He got on the phone and called his lawyer, Andrew Harlow. He picked up on the first ring. "Yes, Sir?" He asked groggily. "Andrew this is an emergency. I need to have my will changed slightly. It has to be done by tomorrow afternoon. Now look here's what I want, keep the old will in tact the one that has China as the sole heir. And keep it legal and current, but draw up a second one that makes my second daughter Desiree the sole heir. Ya Falla?" He asked quickly. "Make a second identical will, on the new one make Desiree the sole heir. But keep the old one active?" He replied sharply, his voice business like. "Yes. Have it done by tomorrow afternoon." He put the phone down, and felt a ripple of relief flow through his angry raging veins.
He made his plan, tomorrow morning he'd drop the bomb on China. Confront her about Rolf Tyson. Then give her the ultimatum.
But little did he know that his little plan would lead to the down fall of his entire life and empire.