Trades In The Tales of Candy

Willy Wonka

Nineteen - Twenty-two

Kelvin had also convinced William to move to Switzerland, leave the shop in England to run itself with big brother watching, go to college there and even become the trainee of their company. William knew better than think the man was doing nothing more than helping him. So he agreed, told his two workers what was going to happen, and left with Kelvin to start a "new" life. Elma, Mrs Hessroar was, in better words, shocked to see William standing in her living room the evening he arrived.

"What are you doing here?" She didn't mean to sound as rude s she did. It was safe to say that either of them had been fond of each other since the first visit. She tried a few times to cut off the agreement between her brand and William's, but Kelvin would talk her out of it. Promising that this was what they needed, with William's work they would dance on top of the world in fame, and more importantly, money. Her husband always had a way with words that made her swoon and obey him.

"Darling, William will be living with us, I promised to help him grow into an excellent businessman. And it's only fitting if he was here with us instead of England." Kelvin came from out of the kitchen with a drink in his hands and a smirk on his lips.

"But why?" She crossed her arms and trotted over to her husband, trying to keep the conversation private rather than open. William watched them but shrugged it off as he took himself on tour around the house. Once he was gone, Kelvin pulled his wife closer and kissed her heatedly. Elma pushed against him, but he wouldn't budge. When he finally pulled away from his lips, she was breathless, Elma gripped his suit jacket and fluttered her eyes.

"Why? Because if I can shape him into what I want him to be, we can do anything we want with him. By getting him away from his shop, we can take it over, and we can have his mind all to ourselves." Kelvin pulled her in again, lifting her up a bit to trace his lips up her neck and over her jaw. Elma bit her lips and sighed, her husband was terribly mischievous, a con man that rolled the die that weighted. She knew that when she married him, of course, after he bankrupted her last husband. "Now don't you worry about a thing my little lady. He's a child with big dreams, as long as we are the ones he admires the most we can stay on top." Kelvin smugly grinned and pulled her in for another deep kiss. Elma smirked in the kiss and nodded.

"Fine fine, I'll play nice. Just for you."

"Why, of course."

Kelvin had also convinced William to move to Switzerland, leave the shop in England to run itself with big brother watching, go to college there and even become the trainee of their company. William knew better than think the man was doing nothing more than helping him. So he agreed, told his two workers what was going to happen, and left with Kelvin to start a "new" life. Elma, Mrs Hessroar was, in better words, shocked to see William standing in her living room the evening he arrived.

"What are you doing here?" She didn't mean to sound as rude s she did. It was safe to say that either of them had been fond of each other since the first visit. She tried a few times to cut off the agreement between her brand and William's, but Kelvin would talk her out of it. Promising that this was what they needed, with William's work they would dance on top of the world in fame, and more importantly, money. Her husband always had a way with words that made her swoon and obey him.

"Darling, William will be living with us, I promised to help him grow into an excellent businessman. And it's only fitting if he was here with us instead of England." Kelvin came from out of the kitchen with a drink in his hands and a smirk on his lips.

"But why?" She crossed her arms and trotted over to her husband, trying to keep the conversation private rather than open. William watched them but shrugged it off as he took himself on tour around the house. Once he was gone, Kelvin pulled his wife closer and kissed her heatedly. Elma pushed against him, but he wouldn't budge. When he finally pulled away from his lips, she was breathless, Elma gripped his suit jacket and fluttered her eyes.