3 WEEKS LATER….
Burke and Brystle were nearing the end of their honeymoon. Over the past few weeks they had visited many countries taking in all the famous sites. They had been happy alone together. For Brystle it was a relief to see Burke enjoy himself without the worry of what may be happening back in Windenburg. As they both boarded the Simmington private jet that would take them back home they were taking back a lifetime of wonderful memories of some of the most beautiful sites they had visited:
First was swinging London where they caught the tube
Then it was over to Paris where they got flirty in the Louvre
Then on to beautiful Rome to visit the Trevi Fountsim
And the final stop was magnificent India
As their plane took off on the long journey back to Windenburg the newlyweds settled back with some drinks. As the journey progressed Brystle noticed Burke seemed distracted.
Brystle sipped at her drink. There was very little she knew about Texas other than that she and Burke had parted quite bitterly. It appeared Texas had been having multiple affairs whilst Burke concentrated on building WindenburgSimmington. When he had found out he threw her out of the mansion and also out of their children’s lives. Asking Burke to elaborate on the details usually resulted in him shutting down but Brystle continued anyway.
Burke got up and moved over to the other side of the plane. Brystle knew she had hit a raw nerve. She got up and joined her husband on the sofa. Burke smiled at his new bride.
Burke was sure that Brystle could and the two smiled at one another before moving together in a passionate embrace and smooch.
Whatever trouble lay in store for them it was several hours away. For now the newlyweds had better ways of spending those hours together other than talking about the first Mrs Simmington….
Malaudia had now been home for a little over 3 weeks following her prolonged stay in the Windenburg State Simitarium for Clinically Erratic Sims. She had been released under the guidance of her psymchiatrist Dr Mick Broscanni who would continue to monitor her progress with weekly home visits and today was the day of the visit.
Dr Broscanni and Malaudia sat facing one another in the living room and Mick knew Malaudia seemed distant and withdrawn. He pressed her to talk about it.
Malaudia sighed. For the past few therapy sessions she hadn’t been open and honest about she was really feeling. Now was the time to say what was on her mind.
Dr Broscanni was concerned at Malaudia’s outpouring. He had not seen her like this since her first admittance to his simitarium. If he didn’t get her back on her feet there was a danger she could slip further. Why hadn’t her husband noticed this?
And there it was. Mick had been hoping he wouldn’t hear this but now Malaudia was talking about voices in her head. This was not a good sign.
Mick was relieved to hear this. Before when Malaudia was at her most erratic she’d imagined she was receiving mysterious phonecalls from a gravel voiced demon called Pasimzu who made threats to her and instructed her to do crazy things.
They continued their session for the next hour and made good progress. Mick left with instructions for Malaudia to aid her mental wellbeing – to redecorate the house, to go away for the weekend with just Mayhew and Mimsy (no Mother Drysdale) and to find herself a job.
All of this seemed perfectly reasonable to Malaudia and she agreed to achieve all of this by their next session together. She thanked Dr. Broscanni and waved him off from the front door. As she closed the door she heard a sound coming from the kitchen. It was a sound she had not heard in a very long time. And it was something she could not believe she was hearing….
It was the sound of a ringing phone….
Malaudia slowly made her way to the counter top staring at the ringing phone in disbelief. Where had it come from? And who was calling?
With a trembling hand Malaudia reached for the phone…..
Unbeknownst to Malaudia, Mother Drysdale was quietly hiding in her bedroom. She had convinced Malaudia that she would be out for the day touring the local flea markets to see if she could add to her collection of knock-off Fabergé Eggs. She had been listening in on the therapy session, just as she had on every other session, and had decided that the time was right to push her fragile daughter-in-law over the edge. And so as Malaudia picked up the phone Mother Drysdale put on her deepest gravel voice and began….
Malaudia dropped the phone to the floor and it smashed into pieces. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. Her worst fears had come true….
And as she screamed in terror Mother Drysdale could barely contain her laughter….
Fathom was going for a mid morning jog around the mansion grounds when her mobile phone rang. She was going to ignore it but when she saw who the call was coming from she quickly pressed accept.
And with a quick change of clothes Fathom was heading out the front door of Siloli mansion. Her father’s chauffeur, Michael Constrain, was by the stretch limo.
Michael smiled as Fathom approached him. He hadn’t seen or spent anytime with her in recent months.
Fathom rolled her eyes. It was true that once or twice she had woohooed with Michael. She had done it in secret both times when she had wanted to get back at her father for something. Burke would be livid if he knew his daughter was sleeping with the chauffeur and would no doubt fire Michael on the spot. Playing with people’s lives gave Fathom no cause for concern as long as she got her way.
Michael opened the car door for her and Fathom got in. He closed the door and got in and drove in silence all the way to Falcon SimCrest, the home of Cyril Dolby.
Fathom retouched her lipstick before getting out of the limo. She ordered Michael to wait outside for her before strutting into the mansion. Cyril was pouring a drink in his study as she arrived.
Fathom took off her sunglasses. This was the last thing she had expected to hear from Cyril. Why was he asking her about her mother?
Fathom turned away from Cyril. She was disappointed this was all he had wanted to see her about and she did not want him to see that.
Fathom couldn’t believe what Cyril was saying to her or how he was behaving towards her. Didn’t he realise that she was in love with him? Hadn’t she made that clear enough to him? Fathom marched into the conservatory after him, her disappointment turning to anger. How dare he imply she was very much like her mother.
With that Fathom stormed out of the mansion. Michael was waiting for her outside and could see from her face that she was not happy. He didn’t say anything as she got in the car and he drove away.
After ten minutes of driving in silence Michael made a sudden stop. It was a place where they had come to before to make out. He got out of the car and then opened the rear passenger door and Fathom stepped out. She looked around and realised where Michael had brought her to.
Michael moved forward and gave Fathom a lingering smooch.
Michael stepped back for he was not sure what Fathom would do next. However she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the nearest bush and there commenced a session of frantic shrubbery woohoo.
When they were finished a gasping Michael poked his head out to make sure the coast was clear.
Across town Heathen was working at WindenburgSimmington. He’d been there for a few weeks now and whilst it was not his dream career he was making the effort to learn about his father’s business. He worked with the PR team in creating marketing campaigns for the company as well as doing online and magazine articles featuring his father.
Heathen was in his father’s office and had decided to spend the day there as he composed an article for men’s lifestyle magazine SQ regarding his father. The phone buzzed and it was Marsha his father’s secretary who informed Heathen that Fred had arrived to visit him. Beaming happily Heathen asked for Fred to be sent in.
Fred looked around the large office in awe. He had never seen been to WindenburgSimmington headquarters before.