digging for gold
Gideon didn't seem like such a bad guy.
Eccentric, granted… a bit creepy—he was wearing a purple tux and a pink cravat and lacy white gloves, for God's sake—but really very kind. Very good to them. Kane never went so far as to gush his gratification, occupied with the creepiness, but he was on the verge, sometimes, of debilitating love when he saw Salima being spoiled rotten.
When he saw Salima stepping beautifully down white marble stairs, Gideon gently taking her hand at their foot, bowing over it, kissing it like royalty. Radiating adoration.
She was blushing proudly, clothed in a yellow silk dress that wasn't half as gaudy as one would expect, with Gideon, for God's sake, having paid for it. Gideon just smiled so gently, with such keen interest and deep happiness for Salima, for Kane, for the kids he loved so very, very much. As much as anybody's ever loved anybody.
Kane gushed behind a glass of champagne, watching the creepy-eccentric-love in his sponsor's eyes, thinking of all the thankful things he'd say at Gideon's eulogy when the billionaire finally bit it and left them a vast fortune to spoil Salima with forever and ever.