P A R I S A
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"Who are all of these people," I ask my dad's brother, Uncle Rob.
My dad died.
Uncle Rob rubs my back as if I'm sad.
It's an act. I did Theater in high school, so I got pretty good at acting over those four years. Fake tears fall from my eyes and my uncle responds, "people your father did business with and family you never got to meet growing up."
After the boring funeral, I had to meet up with my lawyer and family lawyer. We all sit in the room. And what I mean by all is Me.
my mom.
sister.
uncle.
my dad's ex-wife from when I was like 3.
the two law lawyers.
And one of my dad's friends, Quinn.
They all told everyone what my dad left to them.
My mom got $1,000 + child support for my sister over the 18 years she was here.
My sister got $10... I laughed.
My uncle got the same as my sister.
My dad's ex got nothing because he changed the will a few months ago and took her out of it.
My dad's best friend got $100k and one of his houses in New York.
But for me? I got all of the businesses, the remaining money, cars, houses all over the world and so much more!
I almost screamed. Of course, the lawyers and anyone else besides uncle Rob and Quinn don't know the buildings my dad left is the key I need. I had to stay to sign a couple of papers and talk to the people I see once a year.
I couldn't wait to get out of that room to jump into Kenzo's arms.
He waited outside for me and once I saw him I did jump into his arms, "I did it," I squeal. Kenzo wraps his arms around my waist and gives me a big smooch, he roughly pulls away, "proud of you baby girl," he smiles.
I just need to go to Mr. Lefebvre's building because I have a few things to get off of my chest.
About Dean being alive and him acting like he didn't know, but there's probably a 99% chance he does know.
Getting in the car once Kenzo gets in I ask him, "have you ever heard of a guy named Dean?"
He puts his seatbelt on and I do the same, looking at me he answers, "Lefebvre? Bosses dead son? Of course, I have."
Nodding my head I ask more questions, "did you know he's alive? And have you ever met him?"
Kenzo places his hand on my thigh and lightly squeezes it, "no, my partner told me about him. I don't even know how the guy looks."
He begins driving and we continue the conversation, "well can I tell you something," I ask.
"Anything," he answers.
