Thread: Father's Mechanic (rpfiend_123 & AndNich123)

Marigolds. She hated them. Her mother had insisted on having them planted. Honestly she expected her to want something more exotic, but instead she had shocked her wanting Marigolds. The harvest orange color decorated the side of the house, looking out towards the pool and the pool house. Perhaps she knew no one would ever see them. That would make her choice understandable. A woman with such exceptional taste and a flair for the ostentatious certainly shouldnt be settling for a flower as simple as a marigold. They swayed and bobbed in the breeze, without a care in the world. Asters. Yes. Asters. She would have preferred them to Marigolds. So simple. So plain. They were a flower she could relate to. No. She was doomed to look at these flowers, these growing contradictions that the gardner tended to. She could always tell him her mother had changed her mind and wanted Asters planted there. It wasnt as if she would notice anyway. The thought drew a smile from her lips as she stared hidden somewhat behind her curtain. Yes. It was indeed a thought worth looking into. Callies mother had taken a holiday. Again. So making such a change would be easy. Jet setting off to some country overseas, the woman was intent on finding the one thing she simply couldnt live without. If diamonds are a girls best friend, then her mother wanted to grow inner circle of acquaintances by leaps and bounds. In fact, she was even well associated with all of diamonds close friends. Rubies, emeralds, sapphires, and peals. Gold was a distant cousin, and she of course knew him well. The right earrings could frame a face perfectly. A proper bracelet simply completed an outfit, and of course a necklace adorned with precious jewels was a must have. Her mother had her vices. This was certain, but so does her father. If it were not for his work ethic and success, her mother couldnt afford the lavish lifestyle she was so accustomed to. If spending money was her pleasure, then earning it was his passion. They went together like peanut butter and jelly. He made the cash, and she spent it. Whatever the dynamics of their relationship, it worked. A happy marriage was another trophy for him to display to magazines and newspapers when they came asking questions for various interviews. The familys picture had been on display more than the Hope Diamond, and that of course was making a statement. It said they were a happy, close family, but of course that was only in print. In color, amid glossy pages, it looked perfect as he spoke of his wife and daughter and how he had made his millions. In reality the only time he ever had any dealings with his daughter was when he placed his hand on her back or shoulder for the camera. She was a stranger to him behind closed doors, and for the public, she was just another prop used for status purposes. His true baby, or babies as it was, were his cars. Jacob Coleman loved his cars, and he went to great lengths to acquire and care for them. Even his best efforts fell short though. Time away left his cars in need of repair and upkeep, and he certainly didnt have the time to devote to it. All he wanted was his cars ready for his use at his beckon call, and for that, he needed to hire someone to make sure that happened. As it was, he was leading around his newest employee. She watched her father pointing out the key points of the property. The pool house was to be his. Father simply would never allow the help to reside inside the main house. What would their high society friends think if they knew? Perish the thought. Of course she was sure he was not to be allowed inside the main house either. No smoking, no drinking, and of course no sexual partners were allowed on the grounds either. If he wanted to indulge in the company of someone else, he would have to find other arrangements. Father couldnt risk a scandal breaking out among the tabloids. Again, perish the thought. The only job this man had was the cars. She saw father handing him a key. Was there a separate entrance to his garage that she didnt know about? Her fingers gripped the curtain and pulled it back slightly. Callie didnt want him to see her. She didnt want her father noticing either, though the chances of that were slim. Carefully she studied him. The way he walked, his body language with her father, how he was dressed, everything about him really. He was new, a stranger who she wasnt sure belonged here. Time would certainly tell. Her father was looking at him as if he were some lowly being, a weed among the grass of his perfect world that needed to be plucked, and yet he knew he needed him. That fact alone must have burned him up inside. He actually needed this man. Jacob Coleman hated needing anyone, but if he wanted his babies taken care of, he would need this man. Her mother would certainly not care for him either. Yes, it was clear he did not fit in. Callie already began to make guesses as to how long he would last here. It would be a struggle between her parents as to if he stayed. A week. Tops, she thought, still looking down at him. Yeah. One week. Dont get too comfortable here.