Sunny Hills. Sounds more like a retirement home than the estate of a billionaire shipping magnate, Katherine thought to herself, as the car passed through the large gates. The path began to wind around multiple hills, which explained the "Hills" part of the name, but there was nothing sunny about this place at all. Though the fact that it was well into Winter might have something to do with it. Most of the drive to the Sunny Hills estate had been in silence. Katherine couldn't even remember the last time she had been in a car that didn't clank as she drove it, much less being driven by a chauffeur, but here she was, in the best clothes she could find at such short notice.
If she was perfectly honest with herself, she hadn't expected them to pick her. She didn't even know why she filled in the damn form in the first place. She refused to admit to herself that her situation was beyond her control. Sure, she had just managed to cover last month's credit card bill, but at least she only had one credit card left, down from five. She could probably afford to quit her second job soon, if she kept up her current frugal state. Though what fun was that?
As they approached Sunny Hills Manor, she noticed a few other cars were already there. Some people were carrying bags inside the front door. She was the fourth to arrive, damn that driver. She wanted to be the first, so that she would be able to suss out the place before anybody else arrived. Time to make a good impression, Katherine psyched herself up, as she quickly tidied up her hair and prepared to step out of the car.
"Ah, Mr Munroe, I presume! Welcome to Sunny Hills." Katherine turned to her left and noticed a short, bald man standing next to a door on the side of the mansion. "Your driver will take your bags inside. We are currently serving refreshments in the drawing room, just this way." Katherine followed him into the side door, which lead into a spacious room decorated with oriental ornaments. In the middle of the room stood a large, oak table where three people were already seated. The man gestured for Katherine to sit. "Would you like a drink? Coffee? Tea?"
"Uh, I'll just have some water, thanks."
"Very well. If you require additional assistance, just ring the bell and a member of staff will be there to serve you shortly." The man left the room.
"Hi, I'm Hayley." Katherine turned to her right and was greeted by a large pair of boobs. Which weren't covered very well. In fact, not very much of Hayley was covered very well. She looked like she was barely eighteen, but she had a very sensual look about her. Wavy, brown hair that went past her shoulders. And long, skinny legs that proved that her boobs must be fake as there was no way someone would be able to have boobs that big and legs that skinny.
Double damn, well, there goes the slutty woman card, Katherine sighed internally. She was hoping to use that to her advantage when she met Mr Neilson - after all, he was a soon to be divorced old man, if the tabloids were to be believed.
"Hi Hayley, I'm Katherine, but please call me Kat." Kat, that's good. Like cat, which is like pussy. That should be enough to make him think of sex. Maybe she was a little more desperate than she wanted to admit, but being here, in Sunny Hills Manor, was making her wonder if maybe it wasn't all some far-fetched dream after all. Could this entire thing be for real?
"Hi Kat, I'm Connor. Pleased to meet you." Seated opposite her was Connor, who was covered up very nicely. His suit jacket probably cost more than her car. His sandy hair was messy from the wind, giving him a casual, friendly look.
"Oh, you're very polite! Please to meet you, too, Connor."
"Hello Katherine, I hope you don't mind if I call you Katherine. I once dated a Kat and I have to say, she wasn't nearly as enchanting as you are." As he spoke to her, he looked up with a large smile plastered on his face.
"Oh!" Katherine feigned a giggle, while she made a mental note to stay away. Every part of him screamed used-car salesman. He was starting to bald and had slicked back what remained of his hair to try to hide it. "And you are...?"
"My apologies. My name is Quentin."
"We were just discussing the decor," Connor explained. "A lot of the decorations around the place seem Asian, but this table seems far too chunky and plain to fit with the delicate and detailed designs on everything else in this room."
"It's almost like Mr Neilson gave someone some money to fill this room up, but they spent it all before they remembered to buy a table!" Hayley gave a hearty laugh, which caused her breasts to bounce up and down. Katherine felt, with a heavy heart, that this would be a recurring theme. Her drink arrived, and she felt this would be a good time to change the subject. "So, what does everyone do?"
"I own a newsagency." Quentin replied. "Things haven't been doing too well lately, though. Everyone reads the news on the Internet now, so sales have gone down quite a lot."
"Have you tried expanding the business into a different area? Maybe add a cafe or rent out movies." Connor suggested.
"We don't really have the money to do that right now. Both of my kids are about to start university."
"Oh, you have twins? How adorable!" Hayley cooed.
Urgh, you can have Slimy McSleaze, Katherine thought. So far, we have the bimbo queen, a middle-aged man who thinks he's God's gift to women, and Connor. What do I think about Connor? Katherine couldn't think anything bad about Connor. Which wasn't a bad thing, he would at least make this whole experience bearable. Now if only she could make it until everyone else arrived without trying to see whether Hayley's boobs would pop if she stabbed them with the butter knife.
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