With his dark eyes twinkling with merriment he had planned, Phillip drank the juice. His mother started sharing her plans for the day. He just needed to hum a little or give some one word answers to show that he was listening. It did not matter. Mrs Hart talked because she wanted someone to listen. She did not want any feedback. She would not follow what her son's or her husband recommended unless she thought it will work in her favour. She was born a rich lady, remained a rich lady even after marriage, and she was h*ll bent on dying as a rich lady too.
Her daily routine did not change much. Some meeting which was another name to meet few friends and brag. Some shopping, to show off the wealth and satisfy the heart. Some true gossip sessions peppered in between.
For past two years she had a hidden agenda though. She wanted a daughter-in-law. Someone powerful enough to help her son's to achieve their goals but malleable enough to follow her lead.
