Portrait of an Empress

by mobiusklein


"Lillian?"

"Yes, Lionel."

"Occasionally, I wonder why you married a penniless dreamer instead of one of those old money men."

The redhead smiled at her husband. "I'm not interested in dilettantes, boys who play polo and gamble in casinos to pass the time. I prefer a man with a vision, a man who wants to create an empire from scratch. For that man, I'm willing to risk everything."

Lionel smiled at the woman who had taken her entire trust fund and invested it in his dream because she believed in him. "Yes, my Empress."


"I managed to fight off a takeover. Not only that, I've just managed to oust the CEO of the other company," said Lionel.

"Anybody who tries to get in our way should be crushed and crushed thoroughly."

"Did I ever tell you that I love it when you talk business."

"Often," she said smiling. "I've got even better news. There's going to be an heir to the throne."

Lionel laughed with joy.


"Mom . . ."

"They've picked on you again, haven't they?"

Lex nodded.

"You listen to me. If you really put your mind to it, you can do anything. You do what it takes. I believe in you. Someday, you're going to be so much better than they are. Just you wait and see. Anybody who hurts you will regret it."

Lex smiled at his mother.


"Don't lie to me, Lionel, said Lillian. "You know you're talking to. I'm not some brainless bimbo you can toy with and throw away. I'm the woman you married."

"You're the only one who can keep me honest."

"A hard but entertaining job. It's a good thing you married me."

"Because as a competitor, you would have wiped the floor with me."

She smiled at the compliment. "Yes, yes, I would." She shook her head. "Lionel, Lionel. You know how to bludgeon your opponents to submission by raw force. The problem is that you don't understand that niceties are also useful. After all, it's best to defeat someone and yet leave the conquered with a smile on their face. And that's what I'm trying to teach Alexander." With that, she picked up a glass and said, "Now, tell me that woman's name . . ."

The End.


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