Malcolm Landgraab
Background: Malcolm Landgraab, playboy money grubber, has hatched a plan to sell Experience Woodstock's electronics in his Electronics Supercenter. And by doing so, getting on the good side of a sim who appears to be well on her way to becoming the most powerful criminal in Nocheat.
"So, how long do you think it will take before everyone in Nocheat is buying Experience's stuff?"
"Oh, from what Experience was telling me, she's sending over some very well trained workers. It shouldn't take long at all."
"In fact, my guests should be arriving shortly. I trust you can see yourself out? I have to get changed."
Malcolm greets Pandora and Imogene and shows them to their new living quarters.
"Don't worry about a thing. I've taken care of everything. Legally I've changed the out building into a rental property. As far as anyone's concerned, you're just renting from me. Plain and simple."
"I know, I know. It's kind of like a prison cell. But I don't want you to think of it that way. There's really no extra bedroom in my house. You're more than welcome inside the big house. But you'll have to sleep here."
This wasn't what Pandora had in mind.
"So, where is it?"
Pandora drags it into the building and points.
*holy creatrix. look at it.*
*that's right, wake up and get ready to meet your master. you'd better work out the way Experience said you would*
Pandora ignores Malcolm as he starts laughing to himself. At least Imogene will be well taken care of with a servo in the household. Mr. Belvedere was the most doting sim she'd ever met. If this new one was even half as good. . .
"Excuse us, Pandora. I'm going to give my new friend here a tour and then I'll be back for you? Is that alright?"
Malcolm doesn't wait for a reply. He leads the new servo out of the tiny building.
Once safely out of earshot, Malcolm gives his new worker the low down.
"So, it's this simple. I want to make the Landgraab name know through out all of Sim City. And you're going to help. My Electronics Superstore is going to devour all the competition and you're going to be the key."
"What job will I be performing, sir."
Malcolm enjoys being called sir.
"You are to go back to the out building and begin production of electronic items. I've been assured all the instructions you need are included at the work bench. If you do have any questions you are to ask Pandora. She's in charge of making sure I never run out of product. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
Yeah, Malcolm really enjoys being called sir.
As promised, Pandora gets her tour of the estate. Then they sit down to dinner.
"I wasn't aware you have a daughter. I hope she won't get in the way of your work?"
"Oh, she'll be no problem. But I checked Higgins. . ."
"Who?"
"Higgins, the new servo? I checked his knowledge base and unfortunately he has no existing talents. It's kind of odd. . ."
"You mean he's defective?"
"No. Nothing like that. It just may take an extra day or so to really get production up."
"He won't work for two days? This is crazy. . ."
"That's not what I said. He's working right now. But with limited talent it will take a little longer for him to perfect his skills. That's all."
"But he is working and will have product out shortly?"
"Oh, of course."
"There's one other thing I want to mention. Since Carmine and Experience neglected to mention my daughter, I figure I have to let you know what I'm up to. I'm going to have more kids."
"What?"
"At least two more. I have a familial obligation to produce at least three offspring and then choose the best heir. It won't get in the way of production or anything. But since this is your place I figured it's best to get it all out in the open right now."
"Uh, yeah. Well, my bedroom is off limits. Other than that, do what you have to do I suppose. But dont' let it get in the way of production. Ever."
Malcolm's taken aback by his first encounter with Pandora. He had no idea this was the sim Experience and Carmine were sending to oversee production. Some baby rabid WOMBan? But if Carmine and Experience trust her, perhaps she can keep her priorities straight.
Days pass and Higgins is producing at a nice rate. Malcolm is pleased. And he's getting along quite well with Pandora.
She appears to be a very good mother. All while making sure her role as production supervisor is met to its fullest.
And she knows what's going on.
"I heard Ichabod Row, you know the lacky in the DeTreville organization? Well seems his wife, Crystal, is having an afffair with none other than Isadora DeTreville! She'd better hope Ichabod doesn't find out!"
Malcolm loves to gossip.
He also enjoys Pandora's daugther, Imogene. She's an easy child to like.
And on his down time, Higgins is even drawn to the girl.
But Pandora isn't much of a cook. Malcolm cringes as his custom designed cabinets are reduced to so much kindling.
And his stomach turns when the fireman who put out the blaze becomes Pandora's new beau.
He's over at the estate all hours of the day, constantly.
"Mitch, right? Uh, Mitch. You do realize Pandora is only interested in your sperm, right?"
"What?"
"What I think Malcolm is trying to say, rather tactlessly I might add, is I'm interested in having another child Mitch."
"But your daughter is so young. . ."
"She'll be starting school soon. It would be the perfect time for me to have another baby. And, well. . ."
"See, Mitch, she just wants your sperm."
Pandora's not amused by Malcolm's outburst. But she still manages to. . .
Mitch is fine with being a potential father as long as there is no financial obligation involved. With all his skipping work to hang out at the Landgraab estate, he may not be employed for much longer.
True to her word, Imogene soon becomes a child.
Wow. Professor Hunter Big Face seems like an excellent choice as sire. Imogene is definitely worth the title Potential Uglification Challenge Heir.
Malcolm and Pandora celebrate Imogene's birthday with a wild pillow fight. Pandora can't believe she actually gets along with Malcolm. Yeah, he's a bit abrupt and completely money hungry but he's also very playful and very good with children.
But she has some news that might not go over so well.
"Malcolm, it's official. I'm pregnant again. And yes, it's Mitch's."
"Congratulations, dear. That's so exciting for you."
Pandora is shocked. Malcolm is happy and kissing her hand?
"I felt a bit bad about how I acted around that Mitch fellow. I realize your agenda and it's really none of my business. But it did get me thinking. . ."
"About?"
"Why money of course. *laughing* But more than just making new money. I need to think about the money I've already made. I'm worth quite a lot but there's one thing I need to ensure my legacy."
"Pandora, I need an heir. And, since you have a familial obligation to have three children and you're only currently working on number two. . ."
"You mean you want me to have your heir?"
"Yes. I realize it may be a while before you can, uh, get around to it. . "
*laughing* "You want me to have your heir?"
"Your heir who will get all your money when you. . ."
"Yes. But I would want to put some of my assests into his, or her, name as soon as they're old enough."
"What?"
"Oh, don't worry about it right now Pandora. But will you consider my offer?"
"Sure, why wouldn't I. I just can't believe you want me to be the mother of your heir."
"Why wouldn't I? You're a very generous sim and a great mother. My heir would be lucky to have you as a mother."
Pandora is flattered. This wasn't what she had in mind when Carmine told her about her new assignment. She just hopes Malcolm doens't mind being part of a legacy of ugly. He lingers under th assumption he's dashingly handsome. But Pandora's well trained eye has noticed his heavy brow ridge and thin lips. He doesn't need to know she had thought about him as a potential sire from the moment she met him.
With her single bed now occupied by child Imogene, Pandora welcomes the move into the big house. . .
. . .and into Malcolm's bed.