Chapter 5

Ann wasn’t confused. Ann had a nasty habit of leaving the office intercom when Ms Walters had an interesting prospect. When the princess said ‘we’ll take it,’ Ann immediately began to process the contract. The series of confused ‘whats’ made her chuckle. She had personally visited with the widow who now owned the property.

If Ms Wrong Foot Walters kept saying ‘What?’ ... well ... Ann had a realtor’s license ... quite unknown to her boss. She’d taken the classes, passed the board and kept the whole thing on the hush hush. She now had the experience required to open her own shop. The best thing Ann had going ... she still had ethics and, more importantly ... loyality.

And a guaranteed paycheck.

Yeah ... THAT counted for a lot.

$10,000.00 a month was less than most luxury yachts fetched in a week ... but ... water views don’t make a person seasick. The internet was a great resource... Walters Agency had a doozy of a net connection ... and Ann alway brought her personal laptop to work. She knew WHO Surprise Me Flintkote was ... and she recognised the Princess instantly. She was going to clue her boss in ... but ... like a lot of bosses ... Ms Walters seldom noticed her minions ... and for sure ... she NEVER considered Ann as anything more than ornamental.

Ann was THAT. Ann was in her early twenties and had kept her cheerleader good looks. She was too topheavy for University Cheer squad ... the Dallas Cowboys might ... and most likely would ... consider her as ornamental as any of their world famous ‘Cowgirls’ ... The cheer squad with a reputation.

“We’ll take it,” meant the purchase was in the bag. If Miss Flintkote didn’t pony up ... Tyche would. Miss Ann knew that Fintkote Farms ... the supplier of the fruits and vegetables that graced local tables and the beef served at top of the mark area restaurants ... was the personal bailiwick of one Tyche Selene Flintkote ... totally independent of Flintkote International. An extremely weathy 16 year old was Tyche. If she declined ... well ... the princessapality could use a winter ‘castle/palace.’ If the Princess said one or the other Flintkotes would buy ... the sale was a done deal.

Ms WrongFoot was about to sink the chance of Walters selling the property. Ann stepped in ... paperwork in hand.

While Ms Walters goggled, Ann had a signature on a contract for three months at Ten Grand a month ... option to buy.

“You do understand ... Tyche is not to know...” said Junior. “She is about to be the recipient of the prank of the century.”

And ... so it was ... the class was informed on Monday that class would resume Tuesday ... at 2pm. By 6pm, Tyche had lost a possible boyfriend, her Volvo 544 and Auntie Mom was her math instructor. Auntie Mom was going to be a genuine drag ... Surprise KNEW just how smart Tyche was ... no slack here.