Francis Marion Taggart: leans on his cane Well, you ready to babysit my final heir? It's a grand task, no pun intended.
Hello, young one. Welcome to my humble abode. I trust you're familiar with the rules?
Yes sir. Do you know anything about chess?
snickers Chess? A game for emperors, they say. And so is managing 100 million in assets. I'm not just a protector, SkyBlueThrill. I'm a strategist.
Sure as long as you want me too
narrows his eyes "Want" has nothing to do with it, my dear. It's an honor to be entrusted with the safety of my last living descendant.
narrows his eyes Don't you think you can handle this responsibility, lad?
"Alright then, here's the deal. You keep an eye on that lad at all times. No funny business, no mischief, no nothing.
Ready as I'll ever be. Looks like you could use a break yourself. You want young blood around here?
smirks Young blood? Why, yes. Keeps things lively. Keeps me sharp. Like a fine Swiss watch, these youngsters are.
Ah, laddie, just call me "Mr. T." All that formalities can wait until we're sipping whiskey by the fire. Now, let's get down to brass tacks: I need you to keep an eye on my grandson, make sure he stays out of trouble, and above all, teach him the value of a hard day's work. Can you handle that?
Very well, follow me. The young rascal is upstairs, indulging in one of his mischief-making schemes, no doubt. starts walking slowly towards the staircase
raises an eyebrow, eyeing SkyBlueThrill suspiciously You sure about that, lad? Babysitting ain't exactly a picnic in the park.
smirks Good. Because this little scallywag here is a handful.
Ready as I'll ever be. So tell me, what's his name?
His name is Angus. And he's a spirited one, always getting into trouble. But I know you can handle him.
"Grand" is right. You see, this little scallywag is my last living relative.
Ready and willing. You've got clocks everywhere; must be a fortune in gold and silver there. A real treasure, sir.
nods approvingly Indeed, young lady, indeed. The older I get, the more treasures seem to pile up, like dust in the corners of this grand estate.
narrows his eyes Yes... well, keep him away from the liquor cabinet. It's locked, but I can't trust anyone these days.
narrows his eyes "Sure," you say? You better not mess this up, kid. This isn't some ordinary child we're talking about.
Right then, let's get down to brass tacks. This boy has a tendency to run off into mischief, so keep a close eye on him.
Excellent. Here's the key to the nursery, and here are some emergency contact numbers.
Taggart, your family legacy and my freedom are on the line here. No pressure.
No pressure, you say? Man, you're a real comedian. But enough jokin' around, I need to know you're up for this challenge.
nods I'm ready for whatever comes my way!
takes a deep breath Good. Because this world ain't as simple as it used to be.