Snow left the hospital room and headed for the corridor. Out there she leaned against the wall and covered her face with her hands. As tears raced down her face she grew weak and soon found herself sat on the floor, her legs stretched out in front of her.
'The company father? Do I want the company?' The exact same company her stepmother had killed him to gain access to. The same company she was not even allowed to own until she was married. Had father completely forgotten about that when he'd been ill and he'd died?
'You selfish little brat,' stepmother's voice called from behind her and Snow looked up to see the woman standing there. 'Your father just died in there because of your involvement and you don't even care? You're just out here bitching and wining about not wanting the company? Well guess what sunshine, you have no choice. You have to be a part of this company whether or not you like it. So forget all about you friends at Military school, forget all about your badges and going to war. You will act like that was never part of your life. You put your badges away, you put everything from that life away and you act like a beautiful, excited, pretty little girl that you are expected to be.'
'So basically you want me to go back to being a weak little girl who is more interested in clothes and make-up than being strong and fighting for something she believes in? I don't think so.' Snow would fight this woman if she tried to get her to do something she didn't want to. Snow wanted to go to that war, and she wanted to go now! 'Is there even any point? As much as I would love to take my mother's company away from you so you no longer run it into the ground, I can't because I am not yet married stepmother and you know that. So you're clearly going to have to run it, because you were married to my father before I could split you two up,' Snow replied and stepmother shook her head.
'If you want that company then you must find someone to marry. I already have seven ideal suitors for you, you can pick from them or you can choose your own, but I doubt you'll have much luck,' stepmother said and cackled. 'After all, you'll be so busy in your position at the company you won't even get your own life.'
'What?' Snow said, raising her fist.
'Oh of course, I'm sure that threatening behaviour is exactly what men look for in a wife. You really are going to fail if you don't adopt the persona of the heiress that you are.' With that stepmother turned away and walked down the corridor. 'Oh and one thing, be at the company's headquarters for nine tomorrow morning. You're the new intern.'
Intern, more like slave.
