just like her brother, she was brilliant. probably already calculating five different ways to escape this room ; just as he had taught her, to never waste her time with trivial things. she had his hair, as did phillip, but those eyes, while they may not be the same color as her mother, they held the same fire, the same passion to win and gain everything that naturally belonged to them. “i never said it was about the money. it’s the principal of the matter. i don’t want you to waste your talent and think that juts because someone has money, that they have power. i know i taught you better than that, my sweet girl.” his children feared him, as they should, he desired nothing more than that, for fear drove them to please him. to ensure that nothing was a disappointment to him, and if that gets the job done, so be it. there it was, that snappy lip of hers. just like her mother, she was so quick to speak, so quick to pour her emotions, her heart into the matters that mean most. at least phillip knew better than that {or so he hoped}. “you are my child, are you not? a parent will naturally be proud of a his child’s accomplishment because it showcases how well they have raised their children. and i am proud of you, just look at where you are.”
“ does everything have to be a test with you? power and money are different things, i have not once said that they were the same — power is acquired with knowledge and the right amount of strength, and money simply helps. you have repeated that over and over and over again. do you really think i could ever forget? ” it takes her a while – perhaps too long, to see that he is talking about HENRY, and not herself. it was rather stupid of her - she sees that now - to think that he would not be following her every step, making sure that she is doing the job RIGHT. power and money, money and power – the whole started to talk to him, started dating him, started—— focus. focus. focus. her face goes blank as she crosses her leg, swallowing past a lump in her throat before putting cream into her tea. she listens to him quietly, carefully, taking in deep breaths every now and then. “ of course, father. forgive me for ever doubting you. ”