“I see…” He glanced around the office. “Is this ‘extra money’ in the room with us right now?”
“No,” I said. “But it will be.”
“Start explaining yourself, or I’m pulling rank and calling in a doctor to examine your brain.”
“My inheritance from my father,” I said. “Remember?”
“Of course, I remember.” He paused. “I just wasn’t sure you were actually using that money for the business.”
“Not all of it,” I said, “but a huge chunk of it so we can right the ship.”
“Good to hear.” He walked over to my liquor cabinet and took out two glasses. “In that case, I’m beyond impressed with all the rules you’ve followed to stay in the clear of all the restrictions, so I’m sure getting the payout will be an instant yes.”
“No scandals, no employee unrest, and no bankruptcy.” I reached for my glass.
“Cheers to being two hundred million dollars richer by the end of the week, Nicholas.”
“Cheers.”
3B
NICHOLAS
This is about to be the best fucking day of my life.
I was claiming it.
Everything this morning so far had been perfect—down to my catered five-star breakfast, to my scenic ride to work.
I stepped into headquarters in my favorite Tom Ford black suit and strolled straight toward the elevators.
Per my request, every employee (except Jenna) was off today, so I could enjoy a quiet building and toast at night to finally becoming a billionaire—no clauses, no strings, no more waiting.
When I stepped into the boardroom, a team of suits was already seated, and Jenna was walking toward me with a binder.
“Good morning, Mr. Saint.” She smiled.
“Miss Dawson.” I tried my best not to inhale her sweet and tempting perfume, but it was no use. I could never get enough of her scent.
“This is Mr. Jenkins and his team from the firm,” she softly uttered their names. “They’re ready when you are.”
“Thank you.” I stole one last glance at her before focusing my attention on a salt-and-pepper-haired man who was walking toward me.
“Are we ready to proceed with the verification process?” He extended his hand. “Or are there a few more staffers you want present for this?”
“No, it’s just us,” I said, taking a seat next to Jenna. “We can start now.”
“Very well, then, sir.” He signaled to one of his members, and she stood up and closed the blinds. Another member pulled down a screen and turned on the projector.
Within seconds, four words appeared on screen.
What Is an Inheritance?
“Okay, let’s start from the beginning of why we’re here today,” Mr. Jenkins said. “We’ll start with some basic definitions, then we’ll talk about the law, and then we’ll get to the fun part.”
“Me receiving the check?” I quipped.
“No, that’s not until much later.” Mr. Jenkins smiled. “The fun part is the signing process. Anyway, let’s now look at the top five definitions of what an inheritance is, according to various dictionaries, shall we?”
