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Chapter two...
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Piper walked into Bennett Estate, and her butler, Charles, closed the door behind her. She had just walked into the grand entranceway to Bennett Estate. The ceiling was about three stories above the hardwood floor, and it was intricately carved with real gold set into it. There was a white marble grand staircase leading from two stories up to the floor that Piper was standing on. It was wide enough for at least ten people to walk down, side by side.
"Ms. Bennett!"
Piper turned to where someone was calling her supposed surname, and looked at the face of the head chef, Gina. Her chef's uniform was covered in flour and other various cooking ingredients, and she looked happy. "Ms. Bennett, I know how you like to, um... supervise the cooking done that this Estate, so I was wondering if you wanted to do so today." Gina asked. Piper smiled. When she 'supervised' the food preparation, it really meant that she was taking part in it. She loved cooking, but her father wouldn't allow it. His 'darling daughter' would never have to work a day in her life if everything went his way. So, she had to pretend she was just making sure that the cooks prepared all the food correctly in order to slip by her father.
"Um... not today, Gina. I have to get ready. Apparently my father wants to have dinner with me, and he would absolutely abhor it if he saw me in my 'street clothes' looking 'bedraggled' and such." Piper said, exaggerating a British accent while saying it, with all the correct grammar and words that were prim and proper. Gina tried to hold back her laughter. "Very well, Ms. Bennett." she said, and walked back to the kitchen.
Piper sighed, and turned towards the staircase. Her bedroom was on the third story, in the west wing. It was about the size of a regular person's house, complete with her own luxurious bathroom, gigantic walk-in closet and deluxe Entertainment Room. The Entertainment room included a pool table, an air hockey table, a ping pong table, a 60 inch TV with both PS2 and a Game-box, six arcade games, a piano, a huge stereo, another 70-inch TV with a large DVD selection and surround sound and the best cable out there, and much, much more. It would have been an understatement to say that her father spoiled her.
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When Piper walked into her bedroom, she saw her personal maid, Marcie, pretending to clean off Piper's glass bedside tables. Marcie really didn't have to do much, as Piper was a natural neat freak. She would clean everything herself, so all Marcie had to do was do whatever Piper asked her to. Which, pretty much, allowed Marcie to do whatever she wanted. Piper wouldn't allow someone to do all the work for her, so she would just occasionally tell Marcie to do something so that it looked like she was doing her job.
Piper and Marcie had grown pretty close, as Marcie had been with the family ever since Victor Bennett had gotten rich. She was only 7 years older than Piper, which made her only fifteen when she had been hired. They had become best friends, as Piper really couldn't be truthful to anyone else. All of the other people that her father allowed her to associate with were snobbish and rude. So, Marcie was one of Piper's few friends. But, the two would have tons of fun together. Piper and Marcie talked freely with each other. They knew almost everything about each other, so there were no secrets. Piper had been the first one to know when Marcie had gotten pregnant with her now one-year-old son, and Marcie was the first person outside of the family that knew that the famous Victor Bennett was hiding two daughters. The two were like two peas in a pod.
"Hey, Marcie!" Piper called cheerily. Marcie plopped the rag down in her little cleaning basket, and sat down on Piper's massive canopy bed. "Hey, Piper." she greeted. "So, I hear your father wants to have dinner with you again tonight." Marcie would always get right to the point. "You heard right." Piper responded disgustedly. She walked over to her closet, and looked around at the hundreds of shirts, pants, skirts, shorts, and many, many pairs of shoes. "What to wear..." she said as she walked deeper into her closet. "You know, I have always been SO jealous of how much stuff you have." Marcie said, looking around the closet, too. "Yeah. It's all due to the fact that I have virtually no family, but you do. I am jealous of YOU for that." Piper pointed out. "I guess you're right. I would take my stuff over your family problems any day." Marcie said. "Thanks." Piper responded sarcastically.
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About an hour later, Piper was finally ready to go to dinner with her father. She hated that she had to get so dressed up just to go to dinner with her own father, but it was the way of the rich and the famous. Her father was pretty famous for his title of Richest Man in America, so there were quite a few news schticks about both him and his teenage daughter.
"Hello, Piper." Victor said as Piper sat down in her chair across the table from her father. She never minded the arrangement. It meant that she could be as far away from her father as possible. "Hello, Dad." Piper said stiffly, and began eating the food laid out in front of her. It was one of her favorites, the chef's specialty pork. After quite a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Victor asked "So, how's school?" Piper paused, and looked at her father incredulously. "Dad, school has been out for three weeks." she said, rolling her eyes. "It has?" Victor asked, and then began eating his food again.
When Piper finished eating, she immediately stood up from her seat. "Where are you going, Piper? You're supposed to wait until I'm done to even think of getting up." Victor said. 'God, another one of his damn rules.' Piper thought, and sighed. "Well, I have stuff to do." she said, trying her hardest to think of an excuse to NOT have to spend any more time with her father. "No, you don't. Nothing is scheduled for you tonight." Victor responded. "Well, have you thought that there is something that I want to do that's NOT on the schedule?" Piper asked, her temper beginning to rise up despite her efforts to suppress it. It was getting harder and harder to keep down recently. "What would you want to do more than have dinner with your father?" Victor asked, standing up and coming to Piper. He was completely oblivious to how much she hated him. "I can think of a lot of things." Piper said quietly, but Victor heard it.
"My God, Piper, why are you so hostile towards me? I have done nothing but been a good father!" Victor said, and Piper snorted. "Yeah, right." she said, rolling her eyes. "You are a great father, you just happen to have ridiculous rules, be very greedy, never be around, and take me away from your other two daughters!" Victor rolled his eyes. "God, Piper, you're never going to see them again! I thought that you would forgotten about them by now!" he yelled, put his head down. "I expected more out of you then to hold onto petty little girls." Piper's temper boiled up inside of her, and she tried her hardest to keep it down. She finally narrowed her eyes dangerously. "I can't believe you." she stated, calmly yet angrily. She then spun on her heal, and headed out of the kitchen, slamming the door behind her.
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AN: Yup, he's an ass, isn't he? I'm sorry if some of you like Victor, I do too. But, I had to have him be evil 'cause... well, just 'cause it helps one of the things that happens. Trust me, you'll get it eventually. Please, please review!
