CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY EIGHT – BARBARA’S WICKED WAYS

Not after everything she had devoted her life to ensuring he had every opportunity to become the titan of influence and power he was born to be. No, this time she was going to have to take a more...proactive approach to derailing her son's delusional plans before it was too late. Rising from her seat with a grim set to her jaw, Barbara strode over to her desk and keyed in a special number on her platinum telephone. It was an admittedly unsavory connection in her extensive list of high society contacts, but one she knew could be counted on to handle particularly distasteful personal business matters with utmost discretion - for the right price, of course. "Yes, hello Winston, it's Barbara again," she murmured once the line picked up, sinking back into her chair with a contemplative sip of scotch. "I find myself in need of your elite services once more to handle a...sensitive family obligation that's become rather pressing..." As Barbara laid out the details of what she needed and w