Hey guys! I hope yall loved chapter 16… I enjoyed writing it. Well there's chapter 17 I hope you enjoy. I'm sorry that I didn't update for soooo long, but I'm now!
I DON'T OWN SAILOR MOON!
Darien pulled his land rover into his circular driveway. He turned off his engine and walked up the stone steps into his mansion.
"Rosie!" He yelled as he pulled off his jacket. When no one came he yelled again. "Roise where are you?" Just then a short pretty Mexican women ran down the marble staircase.
"I'm sorry Mr.shields I didn't here you calling me" She said pointing to the headphones that were now around her neck. "What can I do for you?" She asked with a bit of a Spanish accent. Darien handed her his coat when she got to the bottom of the steps.
"There's no need to apologize Rosie. Are there any messages for me?" he asked while he went over to a small table that was in the middle of the huge foyer to put his keys down. (FYI: A foyer is the a small or large room that is right when you come thourgh the front door.)
"Mr. Andrew Clark called for you and your Grandmother called." She informed him as she hung his coat into a nearby closet. Darien rasied his left eyebrow. Now why would his Grandmother be calling him?
"Did she say why she was calling?" He asked.
"No, all she said was that you needed to call her and that I needed to clean your house better." She said with a frown when she said this last part. Darien laughed.
"You shouldn't let her talk to you like that she doosen't live in my house and as no clue of what kind of job your doing. But for the record you are doing fantastic job. I think I'll give you raise" Darien said with a wink. Rosie blushed, thanked him, and scurried off to continue her cleaning. Darien walked into the kitchen and found that Rosie had made little sandwiches.
"Thank you Rosie" He yelled as he picked up a sandwich and stuffed it into his mouth. He took another one and walked down the hall to his office, eating the other sandwhich on the way. He sat down in his chair and dailed his grandmother's number.
Kathy Shields the Ex-wife of Robert shields wasn't what most people would think of as a grandmother. She was a Bitch. Plain and smiple Darien knew it and so did the rest of the world. When his grandfather divorced her for her bitchy ways she walked away with 25 of his fortune. After this Darien only saw his Kathy once in a blue moon, and the only time Darien did see her was at movie openings and charity organization, and the only reason she was there was to try and find someone new she could smooch off of.
"Helen if you don't have the movie deal, then I would just hang up now!" Came an angry voice.
"As much as I want to be Helen and hang up, this isn't her. Its you grandson Darien…. Wait you do remember that you have a grandson?"
"Darien darling how are you doing?" Said Kathy changing from evil bitch to tree hugger goody. Darien smirked at this. For some odd reason he always loved how she went from back stabbing bitch to inncoent and sweet when she was talking to some she wanted something from.
"What do you want Kathy I'm a very busy man and I have no time for your childish antics" Said a very annoyed Darien.
"Is that anyway to talk to your grandmother. I'm the only living family you have now, and besides you should be comforting me I am a widow after all" She said a fake sob. Darien smirked again.
"I'm sorry Kathy have come down with a case of amniesa you are no longer my grandfather's wife. He divorced you. So you are no longer my grandmother."
"Oh but I am darling."
"How is that?"
"Simple word, money" Darien was getting pissed now. She had only called to harass him.
"You may have a quarter of my grandfather's stock and may still have his last name, but let me be the first to tell if you haven't heard it yet. You will never be a grandmother to me and you will never have the honor of calling yourself a true shields!" With that Darien slammed the phone on the reciver. Darien walked over his little wet bar and poured a glass of brandy. The phone started to ring. He knew it was his granmother, and nothing in this world could make him pick up the phone and talk that ruthless bitch. He let the ring and ring. After a minute it stopped and his anwsering machine picked it put. He heard Kathy's voice on the machine. "Hanging up the phone isn't going to get rid of me Dairen. Look here we both know your grandfather wasn't the nicest man on earth and I know that you two were that close. I also know that your grandfather never lied to you." Darien was listening closely now. "But geuss what? He did. You don't know everything Darien. He kept one thing from you. So now that I know your listening why don't you pick up the phone and be the good boy I know you to be." Darien stared at the machine. Did his grandfather really keep something from him? He picked up the phone slowly.
"What do you know that I don't"
"See I knew you come around"
"Kathy don't beat around the fucking bush tell me what my grandfather kept from me!"
"You know… I don't like when you call me Kathy it seem so… harsh. Try saying something like grandma or something sweet"
"Kathy!"
"Darien"
Responed Kathy fake inconnet voice. Darien gritted his teeth.
"Grandmother…what he did he kept from me" Darien said through gritted teeth.
"See, now was that so hard."
"Please Kathy" said Darien in alomost pleading manner.
"Darien don't beg it makes you sound weak. I'll be over in an hour and I'll tell you everything, but not with out a price."
"And whats that?"
"5 million dollars"
"Go to hell Kathy. You already got 50 million you don't need more" Kathy laughed.
"Well there goes that little serect, and it was a really juicy one too. Oh well bye now" Darien ran his hand through his hair. He had to know his grandfather's serect… If there even was one.
"Kathy wait I'll give the money."
" Oh good. Now be a good little boy and try not to screw me little vist up." Kathy laughed and hung up the phone. Darien threw the glass of brandy across the room, where it smashed into the wall. That woman had some nerve, but he was going to find out what she was talking about one way or the other. Darien picked up the phone again and dailed Andrew's number. It rang and rang but Andrew didn't pick up.
"Hi you have reached Andrew please state your propose for calling and your name and I will get back to you as soon as possible." There was a short beep.
"Andrew something's up I don't know what, but it has something to do with my grandfather." Darien hung up the phone. He sat in his chair and put his feet on top of his desk. He looked at his clock that was on his desk it read: Darien swang his legs from off his desk. He got up and walked out off his office to find Rosie. He had to get her out of here before his grandmother came because when she did it was going to be a full out war.