I found out about my grandfather’s death the morning after. I was laying in the motel bed when Aunt Catherine woke me up to give me the news.
The next few days went by in a blur. We stayed in the same motel killing time until the will reading, which went as my grandfather said it would, with me getting much of his wealth and controlling interest in his company. Predictably the rest of the family wasn’t pleased with getting mere scraps, particularly Kevin, who congratulated me when I was in the room but I heard call me a “bitch” as I was leaving. I’d like to say it didn’t hurt, that it didn’t matter because I planned on never seeing any of these people again, but it did. I never wanted to be a part of these people’s lives, I didn’t care about my grandfather’s money, or “Blackwell-Noble Enterprises”. Maybe that was why he did it, one last way to screw over his children.
Not that I would turn the money down of course though, I could always use the dollar bills to dry my tears, but it was a weird feeling, just becoming a billionaire out of nowhere. What am I even supposed to do with my life now?
After the will reading we decided to bring some fast food burgers to the motel before checking out. Aunt Catherine was of course, ecstatic, both that I would naturally share part of the fortune with her and that she could rub this in her brothers’ faces. She also agreed to help me figure out the financial stuff since I barely knew how to manage the meager funds I had in college.
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After we ate she decided to go out and see one of her old friends before we leave. This finally gave me and Grayson the chance to talk privately. I told him everything our grandfather had told me.
“Well I guess it wouldn’t help to deny it.” Grayson said. “I always wondered why your memory wasn’t wiped, but I guess it was for a reason.”
“Yeah, because I’m smarter than you dummy.” Grayson laughed when I said this. “You should have known better.”
“I guess you’re right.” He said. “So who do you think did it? Killed grandfather I mean.”
“Honestly, I don’t care. Probably one of his kids thinking they’d get the inheritance. Joke’s on them right?”
“You might want to start caring. Did it occur to you that whoever killed him might kill you next?”
That wipes the smile off my face. “I guess I didn’t think about that. Guess it’s a good thing I have you to watch my back”
“You may be the smart one, but I’m the sensible one.”
“And who do you think did it?”
He thought for a minute. “Best guess would be Kevin, I mean he’s the one who never shut up about the will. The rest hated him too, but you’d think would at least be content to just wait for him to die on his own.”
“Kevin seems like all talk and no action. Now his son is creepy.”
“Which one, Christian?”
I nodded. “You know, that day he commented on my “childbearing hips.” And then at the frigging will reading he would not stop staring at me.”
Grayson made a vomiting motion. “His own cousin, what a creep. I don’t even want to think about what goes through that guy’s head.”
“No telling.” I said before we both fell silent again. “Some family we’ve got huh.”
“Honestly, you and Aunt Catherine are the only ones I consider family.” Grayson said.