![]() ![]() My stepbrothers are meaningless to the old man, I’m it. Not that I thought he wouldn’t push something onto me, I’ve been involved in it for a long time. Well, the old man was good for something after all. ![]() You’re the only one left in his direct family line since the passing of your father, and therefore the one he wishes to take on his business.” Your grandfather has stated that he’d like his business to be handed down to you. “Get on with it,” I snap, giving him a narrow-eyed glare. “Either way, he’s left strict instructions for his business in the event of his passing. Now he’s dead and the only thing they all care about is gettin’ a piece of what he may, or may not have left behind.” “That old piece of shit did nothing but sit on his sorry ass and let everyone else do the work for him. I understand you’ve been helping run his business for the past ten years.” ![]() ![]() “Well, as you’re fully aware, your grandfather recently passed. “Actually,” I say coolly, crossing my arms, “I have no idea.” I imagine you’ve figured out why you’re here.” “Can we get on with this?” I ask, shifting. He looks up at me when I don’t answer, his lips pursing as he lets his gaze run over me. Nothing in my expression changes as the lawyer speaks, his voice low and professional. The old bastard hated me, but clearly he decided I’m good enough to be included in his precious will, a will that has the family in tithers. My fingers drum against the dark pine desk as I stare over at the balding, sour-faced lawyer who is humming as he reads over my grandfather’s will. ![]()
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