Likely won't be a very long story. Just something for fun. Haven't written anything about these two in a while.

"So all of that is in order?"

"Yes, Miss Channing. Now you are sure about this? It is an unusual arrangement."

"Oh, yes. Very. I have never been more certain of anything in my entire life."

Billionaire heiress, Caroline Channing had made some questionable decisions in her life; buying the Taj Mahal, recording her own album, owning her own island. But many would say adopting a young girl especially one that knew nothing but poverty and hardship was strange and out of character for her.

"May I ask one thing?" The old woman handling the paperwork at the adoption agency asked.

Caroline smiled fiendishly, "Yes."

"This is quite unorthodox and I have never heard of anyone doing this," her concerns were met with the blindingly white smile of the blonde billionaire.

"I know I know. Why would a single woman at 29 adopt? All of my friends have had the same reaction."

"Yes but...she's 18."

It was true, Caroline had specific requests about the daughter she was looking for and being of 18 was one of them.

"Yes I know, technically she's old enough to be on her own but like you told me she's never really had a real family and no life experience. That's where I come in," Caroline said this while theatrically spreading her arms out. The older woman wasn't sure what to make of this, Caroline was maybe the strangest person she'd ever met and that was something to say especially for a person as rich as her.

When Caroline first contacted the adoption agency, everyone that talked to her thought this was some kind of prank. But once she met with reps in person with her large body guards they realized just how serious this was.

"Yes. 18. Female. Blonde but not mandatory. Measurements preferably 32-24-36."

Of course when word got out everyone thought it was some kind of talent scout. Though things were kept quiet about the reasoning and who was looking, it didn't take long for someone to let slip what was going on and every girl of the age of 18 was dolling themselves up.

Caroline got to see a whole line up of girls thanks to the agents working hard day and night to find her just the right ones; Caroline had her way with people and everyone she learned had a price, one flash of the cash and that orphanage was wrapped around her finger.

Caroline interviewed close to 50 young women, mostly blondes in a private room at the agency. Some of the girls seemed nice but just didn't quite seem to fit the mold Caroline set. Most were clearly looking for a handout.

"Sure you can be my mommy or whatever you're into. How much did you say you were worth again?"

It seemed hopeless until one day when she was scoping out a bunch of new girls at the local all girl Catholic school she found a girl not associating with the others, hanging out on the stands of the soccer field. She was very pale, work baggy clothes and ripped nylons...and had jet black hair. Caroline walked over to her; high heels were not good for grassy fields.

"Well, hi, there!" Caroline greeted.

The girl was eating a sandwich and didn't pay her much figured she'd be shy. She sat down just enough away from her not to disturb her.

"Why aren't you over with any of the other girls?"

The girl sighed, "They don't like me."

Caroline frowned, she couldn't help feeling sorry, "Why? Are they jealous?"

The girl put her sandwich down and looked at the woman seriously, "Why would they be jealous?"

Caroline smiled; this girl had the supple pouty lips. She had this small mole. All in all a very distinguished look about her.

"Because you're more beautiful than they are." This made her smile but she did think this unsettling feeling about Caroline, "Is that any good?" She asked, pointing to the whole wheat bread that covered what looked like tuna.

The girl sneered comically, "Not really."

"You know...I know a place you can go where you don't have to eat stuff like that. Whatever you like in fact. What's your name?"

She seemed taken off by this, maybe scared to tell this stranger. But even though Caroline seemed like trouble there was something about those brown eyes, that sparkle that seemed rather trusting.

"Max."

"Max," Caroline repeated with a grin, "Would you like to come inside and audition?"

Max almost laughed, "I thought you were looking for models."

"I'm looking for just the right girl," Caroline assured her, patting her shoulder; Max appeared annoyed by this so she withdrew it.

Max decided to go inside with her and try out even though she thought she'd never get picked.

"No one ever picked me. Adults only want kids and babies they don't want teenagers. My luck never changed."

"Well I think it's going to change today."

Max recieved catty comments and glares from her peers when she stepped into an empty classroom with Caroline. Caroline sat behind the teacher's desk and told Max to stand in front for her, no slouching and to put on her best smile.

"Tell me about yourself, Max."

"I can burp the entire alphabet."

Caroline paused, "Ok...er...anything else?"

"I dunno," she grimaced, folding her arms impatiently.

"Can you do a little spin for me?"

Max was not sure she heard correctly, "A spin?"

"Yes. If you don't mind."

Max thought this was ridiculous but played along. She twirled around for Caroline to get a good look but she was unsatisfied.

"What's wrong?"

"Think you can lose the jacket for a minute?"

Max let put an exaggerated sighed and rolled her eyes. "I don't normally do this but ok."

Caroline watched her unzip her jacket with this embarrassed look on her face. She threw the jacket aside. Caroline's jaw nearly hit the desk. Max had the biggest bust she'd ever seen.

"Max you've been holding out on me!"

"Huh?"

"Young lady you have exactly what I'm looking for!"

Caroline ran over to her and flung an arm around her bringing her in close standing by her side.

"Really? Me?"

"Oh yes", Caroline smiled widely all the while gazing down her shirt to get a good look at the melons she was smuggling under there.

"Well, Miss Channing, happy to announce that you are officially the sole guardian of Maxine Roberta Black."

Caroline shook the older woman's hand. "Thank you so much...sorry I forgot your name."

"Mrs Thompson," she said, irritated.

"Wow finally my dreams are about to come true!"

To be continued!