Andrew transformed Angus's clothes from his jeans and his casual linen shirt to a very trim, elegant black three piece tweed suit with a black shirt, left open at the neck. Even without a tie, it exuded power and money. Andrew cast a glamor spell to freshen up Angus' look to make him look like he was a very rich and powerful man. At Angus' direction, Andrew went over to Edwards and asked to borrow a couple of elegant rings for Angus. Edward got a good laugh out of Angus buying Reginald's house and the fact that Suzanne had come to see him. He sent over a couple of gold rings with large diamonds and a very expensive man's watch, along with some onyx and diamond cuff links. With a bit of tweaking, Angus looked exceptionally powerful--just the image he wanted. Andrew and the inside guards also changed their appearances, changing their clothes to black suits. Angus asked Andrew to transform his recliner into a leather wing chair. When the image was complete, Angus told Andrew to let Suzanne in.
Suzanne was clearly where Ruby had gotten her looks. Suzanne wasn't unattractive, but she was trying too hard to look alluring. She had been, at some point, a willowy blonde. Her hair was still blonde, but the color had dulled a bit with age. She had put on a few pounds, but not excessively so, and some of her formerly good looks had started to go south a bit. Body parts weren't as toned and perky as they once had been. She was wearing a red, formfitting mini dress with high heels, a diamond bracelet, and carrying a little gold clutch purse. She had a sashay in her walk that, Angus was sure, was designed to gain a man's attention. Angus didn't find it attractive, though. And the guard was right. She did wear too much perfume.
She studied him, as if she hadn't payed any attention to him really the first time they had seen each other--when he had turned them into swine.
"So, you're Mr. Donohue," she said, sizing him up.
"I am," he replied calmly.
"And you know my little Ruby?"
"I'm her husband," Angus said.
"You're...married?" she asked.
"What brings you here, Mrs. Tyler?" Angus asked.
"Call me Suzanne," she smiled. "Mrs. Tyler is so formal. I thought I should get to know who my only daughter is...married to, and, oh, my my--I didn't expect you to be so dishy. How did she land someone like you?"
"Sit down, Mrs. Tyler, and tell me what brings you here," he told her. Instead of sitting, she walked around the room, looking at the southwestern art pieces.
"You have expensive tastes, Mr. Donohue. I've been doing some checking on you," she told him. "Surprised?"
"No," he told her.
"I've found you're an investor of sorts. You're a man of means, from a family of means. You could have just about anything you want. So tell me--why would a man like you want a junior leaguer like my Ruby when you really could have so much more?"
"What are you talking about?" he asked, knowing very well what she was talking about. She came over and perched herself on his lap and started flirting with him, taking his face in her hands and kissing him, then trailing kisses down his neck. "I'm not giving you the house," he told her quietly but coldly.
"But why would you need the house, my dear Angus--can i call you Angus--when you could have a real woman like me. I could show you the world..."
"I've seen it," he replied. "Let me tell you a secret." He whispered into her ear. "Your perfume's gone sour. My gran used to call that scent Eau De Bordello." She jerked up and stared at him. "And I'll tell you something else. Look out the window behind me. You see that man in the woods?" She looked out the window. "That's your husband, and from where he's standing, he's watching every little move you make."
"You...you know he's there?" she asked.
"Of course," he laughed. "He sent you here to try to convince me to give you back your house, but you can tell him I'm not interested."
"Maybe we should go upstairs and discuss it further," she made one last ditch attempted to seduce him.
"Maybe you should just stop. You really aren't very good at this. Go home to your husband, and perhaps start packing your things because in 30 days, I'm changing the locks on that house," he told her.
"Mr. Donohue," Andrew said quietly, clearing his throat. He had an envelope in his hand. Angus motioned to Andrew, who handed him the envelope. Angus opened the envelope and read the letter inside.
"Mr. Donohue, you surely wouldn't put me and my little boys out on the streets..." she said, still trying to be alluring.
"Your boys are sixteen. They aren't so little. And, by the way, they're not yours anymore. They're mine. I have legal custody of both of them because of the neglect that you and your husband have committed." He showed her the document, and she screeched like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"My boys! My little boys!" she wailed.
"My boys," he corrected her. "Both of them."
"I'll kill you, you sonofa..." she said, reaching to claw his face with her fingernails. The two inside guards snatched her and lifted her straight off of Angus before she could touch him.
"Show Mrs. Tyler out, please," Angus said to them. "And Andrew, do say goodnight to Mr. Tyler, would you?"
"With pleasure," one of the guards said. They escorted her to the door, while she was still screeching death threats at Angus. Two outside guards came over and took her, one on each side of her, and escorted her back to the gate. Andrew looked out the door and waved at the figure in the woods.
"Goodnight, Mr. Tyler," Andrew called, and then he went back inside, closed the door, and locked it. Andrew and Angus looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Well played, Angus," Andrew grinned.