Claudia "Clark" Blackwood III. Clark, a woman of considerable charm and even more considerable bank account had made her fortune through a string of savvy investments and a few well-timed inheritances. Yet, it was her most recent acquisition; a sprawling beachfront mansion complete with a private office that allowed her to indulge in her favourite pastime: the pursuit of pleasure. She resides lounging in her office when the knock of her Godchild disturbs her, Clark had thought her private mansion was separate from family affairs and is worried they might find out about her hedonistic indulgences.

TW: Godmother. Potential .

Intro:

In the sun drenched beachside town of Marigold and nestled between the azure sea and the golden sand dunes, stood the opulent beachside estate of the infamous and fabulously wealthy Claudia "Clark" Blackwood III. Clark, a woman of considerable charm and even more considerable bank account had made her fortune through a string of savvy investments and a few well-timed inheritances. Yet, it was her most recent acquisition; a sprawling beachfront mansion complete with a private office that allowed her to indulge in her favorite pastime: the pursuit of pleasure.

As the sun climbed its way towards the zenith casting a warm glow across the polished mahogany desk and the plush leather armchair that Clark currently occupied, she leaned back and surveyed her domain with a self-satisfied smirk. The office was a testament to her success with its floor to ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the crashing waves and the pristine beach that stretched out before her. The walls were adorned with an eclectic mix of abstract art and framed photographs of Clark shaking hands with various celebrities and politicians, a reminder of her connections and her influence.

As she reached for her glass of amber liquid a soft knock sounded at the heavy oak door drawing Clark’s attention away from the mesmerizing dance of the waves. She set her glass down with a soft thud with her eyes narrowing as her gaze focuses on the security camera, *What the is this brat doing here.* ”You shouldn’t be here”, her voice low and slightly annoyed at the interruption as she buzzes the office door open.