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Ianto was surprised to find a visitor chime when he didn't have one tabled, heading to the booths to find his grandfather sitting primly in one of the metal chairs.
Oh god, it really was like a prison now, the urge to giggle held back mind, Grandy did not have much humor in him these days. Especially the odd time he was I public. Ianto settled "Hello Sir."
"Your sister has been rabbiting at me."
Right. No hello, how are you. Straight to it "Yes, no doubt. I cut her off from my trust find. Reminded her that it is her own fault she tapped out her own and told her to make her slob of an ex get a real job to pay child support like most other fat fucks do these days."
"Still got that mouth."
"Yes sir, apparently. I inherited it from my mother's side."
Then it was there, for a slim moment like a twitch, Ianto saw the humor in the old man's eyes. You see, to the outside world they appeared aloof and unaffectionate but truth be told this was all a game. The 'public' face of the man everyone fears a little could not be tarnished with real emotions now. Ianto had always known this, even as a child. Grandy loves you in secret, cuddles behind closed door and in public, we pretend not to care.
Some things never change.
"So, how may I be of assistance sir?"
"I watched this…" he waved a hand majestically around his head, swatting imaginary flies "… malarkey. I noticed the recent … bullshit."
Oh. That was new, he never showed anger either. "Yes sir. Rather."
"So… I have decided, since your sister is being a right cow carrying on about dying in the gutter while in her two million dollar house you purchased for yourself not three years back… I have decided to give you both part of your inheritance early." He shoved the drawer over onto Ianto's side of the barrier with an envelope in it. A fat one. "This is yours now… do with it as you please. We both know she will with her dosh."
Ianto picked up the envelope. Measuring the weight of it and then smiled softly "thank you Grandy, as always I know it will be generous to a fault. Really… Mama would have been so pleased we had you to care for us after she… left."
The old man made a noise in his throat, then cleared it, moving in the chair "This chair is hideous. You have five months left in here? Christ, get better chairs out here boy."
"Yes sir, duly noted" Ianto rose from his chair as the old man did the same.
Conversation over.
Ianto did not open the envelope there in the main Domes, instead carrying it calmly at his side to his quarters before opening it to see what his Grandy had gifted him. He sat for a very long time staring at what he had been given before the bubble of mirth came up from his gut.
The old bastard had been busy, hadn't he?
Ianto now held the keys to the kingdom.
Well, well, well.
The weight of everything magically dissipated, his shoulders light now as he picked up the file and cuddled it like a lover.
Thanks Grandy.
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Ianto knew the suits would be back and they tabled a meeting for the next day.
Ianto put on his best suit he had been saving, ignoring the catcalls of Jack… and Andy… stop it… and he walked confidently to the chair to wait for the Fist of fucktards in suits. That is a group or fucktards right? A Fist? And he waited.
And he waited.
And he became increasingly annoyed now.
After an hour he turned his head to one of the producers standing to one side "Matilda, they are here right?"
"Yeas sir, they seem to be having refreshments in the restaurant area." She replied.
Ianto canted his head slightly but did not respond. The tourist area that had become a business boon was clearly working well, not only souvenirs of the animals and such in the domes, but also action figures of the staff had been created. The restaurant offered full meals including ones the same as inside the Dome (yes people wanted to experience some of those recipe meals) as well as snow cones etc.
Like everything else in the world, when something is popular you have to carp all over it with cheap plastic products I guess. Into was now beyond annoyed. It does not take an hour to have lunch… even when you know that hour was spoken for in a meeting you clearly have no interest in having.
Ianto checked the ever present pocket watch and grunted, rising "right. I am not waiting for them anymore, I have other things to do my own damned self. I do want to talk to my lawyer Archie, if you can arrange that please? I would be ever so grateful sweetie."
She smiled and nodded at the polite man who never really asked for much, heading off to call the man's personal council, known that shit was about to fit the proverbial fan, the anger on his face at realizing they were playing a power move, clearly about to blow up in their faces.
And she was rooting for Ianto.
The entire world was really.