[Based
on a recent marathon-watching of PBS’s Victoria, which is based on a
true story]
(Victoria
Hanover, CEO of Monarchy Enterprises, Inc., faces the pressures of running a
multi-billion pound company after inheriting it at age 18, and of her
relatives’ machinations that she ensure the company will forever “remain in the
family”)
Victoria:
Mama, I’m much too busy meeting with shareholders, working on the budget for
the next fiscal year, and negotiating with the employee union about their
health benefits to even think about dating, let alone getting married
and popping out a brood of dependents!
Who I’d then be judged for neglecting if I also still focus on the
company! Priorities, woman!
Mama:
Perhaps I and your late father’s replacement in my affections should take over
the day-to-day operations until you’ve outgrown being a rebellious teenager,
hm?
Victoria:
You can tell your boy toy to buzz off: neither he nor any other upstart is getting
their mitts on my business, do you hear me? Ah, would you look at that – while we’ve been
arguing over inanities, our stock dropped five points! That does it: this company is mine, I am not
sharing it with anyone ever, and only in the hour I eventually die in the long-distant
future will I figure out a successor, just like our greatest CEO, Grand Dame
Elizabeth Tudor. She did all right for
herself, don’t you think?
Uncle
Leo: Alexandrina –
Victoria:
(Hisses) No one is to use my pre-power name: I am Victoria, Paragon of
Entrepreneurship, Leader of the Business World, now and forever!
Mama:
(Mutters) Kids these days.
Uncle
Leo: Very well then, Vicky –
Victoria:
Gaah! I will not stand for being
undermined by my elders! What is it?
Uncle
Leo: Since we have the mutual goal of wanting to take over everything, in order
to prevent any hostile takeovers you should seriously consider marrying
my-nephew-your-cousin Albert, thereby keeping the line pure. For the good of the business, of course.
Victoria:
Seeing as no one would care in this day and age if I choose to remain a
confirmed bachelorette, and Albert was the biggest bore the last time I saw
him, that’s a resounding “No.”
Uncle
Leo: Too late: I already invited him over to check out the empire – I mean, the
business. And woo you, and all that.
Mama:
Oh splendid, I can hear the babies already!
Victoria:
And people wonder why I hate my family.
Albert:
Hello, Victoria.
Victoria:
Oh what do you want – daaaamn, Albert, you’ve gotten fine since your
presence was last inflicted on me!
Albert:
Likewise. I am only here because both my
father and my uncle want me to insinuate myself into your affections and
thereby take over the company for their glory, but whatever.
Victoria:
Indeed. Well, I suppose I can’t decently
send you packing just yet: I’m off to chair 10 committees and conduct an
inspection of the main factory before dinner, so you can either tag along or
take a flying leap, makes no difference to me.
Albert:
I will tag along and see how I can improve any processes you may be doing wrong
in the company that I may or may not co-own one day, yes.
Victoria:
(Grinds teeth; addresses a board room) All right, everybody! The proposed designs for our new logo were
not bad, but I’m just not feeling it so I want a complete do-over.
Albert:
Actually, these designs are rather effective in conveying the company’s message
and I admire the artistry behind them.
Victoria:
Who asked you?! Fine, people, pick a
logo from one of these, this meeting apparently is adjourned.
Vice
President Melbourne: Ma’am, since I will be retiring soon and always took a
fatherly interest in your well-being, I must say that I’d like to see you
settled down and happy.
Victoria:
I am happy! And I’ll be even happier
when I can figure out a way to legally move all my relatives to the Isle of
Wight and out of my sight!
Vice
President Melbourne: Understood.
However, I believe a… partner, to share both the work and the profits,
would make life much more pleasant.
Victoria:
(Gasps) You mean we should amalgamate?!
Vice
President Melbourne: Never mind.
Albert:
Victoria, I have completed my survey of the company’s finances, physical
properties, and Human Resources.
Victoria:
Nosy.
Albert:
I have found that, on the whole, you have done a splendid job in overseeing
this massive operation, especially considering your relative inexperience in
the field and minimal familial support.
Victoria:
Oh. Thank you; it’s so rare that I
receive positive feedback.
Albert:
Having said that, I have compiled a report of the many, many areas that, if
left unchecked, could bring this great company to complete and utter ruin. (Holds out a monograph) Would you care to
read it?
Victoria:
Not particularly, no.
Albert:
I will summarize the main points for you later, then.
Victoria:
Listen, kid –
Albert:
I am only a few months younger than you, but go on.
Victoria:
– I know you’re trying to be helpful and all, but I’ve got this. Really.
Albert:
I see.
Victoria:
And I am happy!
Albert:
As you say.
Victoria:
I wish everybody would stop presenting what they want as something that is
supposedly good for me. Don’t I make
them enough money to leave me alone?
Albert:
In my view as an outside insider, your position does seem rather lonely. I mean, with no real friends you can trust.
Victoria:
I have friends, sort of. Can’t get too chummy
with the help, you know, and I was kept isolated all my life, what with the extreme
homeschooling, the workaholic and then deceased father, the near-useless
mother, and the limited affection.
Albert:
That is quite sad. To sympathize, you
should know that my mother ran off with a homewrecker when I was at a tender age,
my father does… everyone, my uncle likewise and I found out recently that he
may actually be my father, and my brother has all the STDs. Literally my entire family is made up of
sluts – I seriously do not know how I can be related to them; maybe I actually
was adopted and no one wants to tell me.
Victoria:
You win. So, I’ve come around a bit to
the idea of a perfect match foisted on me: you seem like a nice guy, and you’re
pretty smart, and could be useful in a management setting.
Albert:
Thank you. And you also are pretty
smart, and capable, and I expect you will continue to bring this company much
success.
Victoria:
I appreciate that: no one seems to want to admit that I’m doing a better job
than Uncle Bill did, may he rest in peace.
Albert:
He may have been a bit too old and disinterested in the work when he inherited the
role, but that is just my opinion.
Victoria:
OK, then, let’s start slow: want to take me out to dinner or something blasé like
that?
Albert:
I was thinking perhaps we could take each other out to dinner and, whilst we
eat, possibly review the software companies currently bidding on the new
accounting database?
Victoria:
I have never been so turned on before in my life.
(A
respectable amount of time passes)
Victoria:
Attention Mama, Uncle Leo, and the rest of my meddling family: I would like to
announce that you may have won the battle, but we have won the war.
Mama:
Do you mean the price war with our competitor in Jersey?
Victoria:
Not in the slightest. (Grabs Albert’s
hand and drags him over next to her) Albert and I are getting married –
Uncle
Leo: Aha! Victory is mine!
Victoria:
– and I’m appointing him Chief Operating Officer, so he can make any changes he
feels necessary but all final decisions are mine.
Uncle
Leo: Of course they are.
Albert:
Yes, Uncle-Maybe-Papa, I have great plans to work with the Community Outreach
and Environmental Sustainability programs, in which I hope many lives will be
vastly improved by our contributions to society.
Uncle
Leo: Huh?
Albert:
Also, all the buildings are absolutely filthy and ridden with asbestos, so I
will be spearheading this company’s long-overdue introduction to the 21st
century.
Victoria:
Everything you say and do is magic, my angel.
Albert:
I am retroactively so glad we were forced into this situation, mein leibchen.
Victoria:
OK everyone, back to work, and let’s turn this piddling corporation into a
massive global empire to be loved and feared by all!
Employees:
Huzzah!
Albert:
You know, we also could create an empire of our own: I envision being a devoted
father to lots and lots of babies, preferably more than a dozen but I will
settle for 10.
Victoria:
Easy there, my love, it’s not as if we’re responsible for supplying the crown
heads of Europe. Environmental
Sustainability, remember?
Albert:
You have a point. How about seven?
Victoria:
Two.
Albert:
Five?
Victoria:
Three.
Albert:
That is sufficient, until we are blessed with more. Now that that is settled, I will resume
installing Wi-Fi networks throughout all our facilities as you prepare to host
the annual gala for the Foundation.
Victoria:
And that is why we get along so well.
