Ben found his grandfather in his office, counting money. Lots of money. Ben's eyes got a little wide looking at it. He was hurting for money. He had no motivation to do actual work and the trust fund his parents had created on the day of his birth was almost empty. Ben nodded his head and took a seat. When his grandfather mentioned his age, Ben nodded again and said.<br/><br/>"That's true, Grandpa. But you're as strong as an ox."<br/><br/>He had no doubt that although Charles Vanderbilt was getting up there in age, he'd be alive a long time. He certainly had enough money to do so. When his grandfather spoke, Ben tended to keep quiet. It worked better that way. He nodded his head that his own father would inherit the actual businesses, that made sense to Ben. Although to hear what he wanted to do with his personal wealth...Ben couldn't deny he had wasted his money. He had been given more money then most people saw in lifetime. Money that would set most people for life. But to hear his grandfather say Lauren might get it all, it made him angry.<br/><br/>"What?!"<br/><br/>He exclaimed in shock.<br/><br/>"She won't need it all. Oliver's family is loaded. Those future kids will be fine."<br/><br/>But Ben wouldn't be fine. In another year he wouldn't be able to live any where close to the way he was now. Then what would he do? He certainly didn't want to work. He also knew what kind of 'adventures' his grandfather sent people on. Dangerous little missions. That didn't appeal to Ben either. It would be hard work and hard work and Ben Vanderbilt did not go well together.<br/><br/>"You aren't leaving me much of a choice."<br/><br/>Ben grumbled. Go or have no money. Yeah, such a choice, Ben scoffed quietly. He left the room and stormed out.<br/><br/>----------------------------<br/><br/>Doctor Johnathan "Jack" Olson, Junior had grown up in New York City. He was a New York native but he had left the city once he had obtained his medical license. A move that had greatly upset his father, Doctor Johnathan Olson, Senior, the personal doctor of Charles Vanderbilt, III. Especially since Jack ended up in a small farming community in Kansas. It was his father who insisted that Jack come here. Go to Mister Vanderbilt's house for dinner. Take him up on some business offer.<br/><br/>Jack remember Mister Vanderbilt. A decent man, given his vast wealth. A man with far too much money on his hands. It was amazing that people could live in this city and have so much but not seem as happy as the people back in his new home. He liked the simpler life there. Sure, he wasn't rich. He had some patients who couldn't pay him in cash. His father would scoff at the idea of being paid with potatoes or chickens. Jack didn't care, though. His new hometown was full of good people. Honest and hardworking people. People who made him feel like he belonged there. Something he never felt here, in his technical hometown.<br/><br/>Jack hadn't had a choice about becoming a doctor. As soon as he was born, that career had been picked for him but at least he was able to help people. Helping people was why he agreed when his father told him about Mister Vanderbilt's offer. Jack had tried to refuse it. His patients needed him, he also helped out as a veterinarian. However, his father pointed out that with the money he would get he could buy new equipment and supplies to help his precious little town. Those people were the only reason he had come, he thought, as he exited the taxi that dropped him off the Vanderbilt mansion. The city was too noisy, too busy. Jack already missed the quiet little life he had. He couldn't already wait to go back home. To his real home, in Kansas.<br/><br/>Jack walked up the door and was greeted by Albert.<br/><br/>"I'm Jack Olson."<br/><br/>"Oh, yes, Doctor Olson's son. Come right in."<br/><br/>Albert replied, he knew Jack's father very well. Doctor Olson did house calls here. Mister Vanderbilt was far too important to go to doctor's offices for checkups. All of Senior's patients were rich people. All very important, all who needed house calls. Jack could never be a doctor like his father was. He wasn't doctor for the money. Albert led Jack to the parlor and told the guests.<br/><br/>"Mister Vanderbilt will be with you shortly."<br/><br/>Now that Jack was here, Albert went to tell Mister Vanderbilt that all his guests had arrived. Jack nodded his head to the other four people.<br/><br/>"Hello."<br/><br/>He told them.