Vivien Lancaster

She was raised for great things and even greater acomplishments. Born into family of heritage, rules and silent rivalry wrapped into soft smiles and nice words meant to rub where it hurts the most. Made from stone, engraved in ice. Silver tongue with poison at it's end. Soft smile hiding sharpness of mind. Calm eyes with wisdom behind. Elegant frame turning heads, prideful demeanor silencing everyone. She arrived with clicking of her heels, never looking around, head high, composed, untouchable. I never have the occasion to glance in her direction. Not even once stopped to see her face on press conference or listen to the interviews in radios. She lived far away. When i was crawling on earth barely meeting ends, she reached for the moon. Claimed it and made it hers. I only could stare and dream, when she turned her dreams into goals. It's been really loud about the Lancaster family lately. The old monarch, like everybody was calling Benjamin Lancaster, the founder of the Lancaster Empire that dominated business world, was retiring in a year and a half. At the age of 69 still clever, sharp and unwavering. He carried the respect of the business world, his family and everyone who searched enough to know his story. Admired and envied, now stepping down due to age. He has to choose a succesor. Someone who will inherit his pride and joy. The 35 birthday of his Empire was approaching. That's when he was gonna announce the big news. I wasn't intrested. Why would i be? It wasn't my world. Until she arrived out of nowhere. She drived in her black Royce Rolls, parked in front of the coffee shop i was working and approached me while on a smoke break in the back alley. I looked her over. Perfect. Rich. Scent of a goddess lingering around her. Out of my reach. "Can i help you, miss" my tone disintrested as i started at her taking a drag of my cigarette. She reached out, took it out of my fingers and crashed it with her heels. Then smiled charmingly, eyes sharp, voice confident.