The Secret (Boston's Best 1)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Matt

If you asked me this time last year where I thought my life would be right now, I probably would have said something about how I probably have a girlfriend and we won states and I've gotten into BC and my parents are planning a vacation for their 15 year anniversary this summer.

I would not have expected that by the end of the year I'd be an orphan. And not only an orphan but an orphan who is 18 years old and also the sole heir to his parents will and everything they owned –which is a shit ton of stuff. Which basically means that in the middle of his photography class, under two months until graduation he has to leave said class to take business calls.

We're only twenty minutes into the class and this is the second time I've gotten a call.

I walk over to my teacher again and hold up my phone which has Max Grant written across the screen. "I'm really sorry about this Ms Lauren, but do you mind if I take this? I promise this will be the last time this happens in class."

She swings her long blonde hair over her shoulder and smiles at me. "Of course, Matthew. Take all the time you need."

I nod at her as I leave the room. "Thank you. And again, so sorry."

As the 'Football God' of the school the teachers were already as lenient as they get here with me already –I never understood it but sure I'm not complaining, but since my parents died I could show up naked and they wouldn't say squat.

I put my phone up to my ear. "Max, you can't keep calling me during school. I have two months left and then I'm yours for the summer."

I can feel his eyes roll. "Matt, lovely to hear from you too. I'll keep this brief then. Y'all got the house in Cambridge, I'm just gonna need the first and last month's rent within the end of this month."

"Okay, that's great. I'll let the guys know. And no offence or nothing but was that all or did you need something else?"

He's silent for a moment until he clears his throat. "Yes. There was one more thing. I was only your parents realtor and I was just in charge of their properties, so I don't know the specifics of it all but their lawyer has asked you to give him a call when you have the chance."

"Regarding?"

"Regarding the Dubai property."

"What about it?" I ask.

"Again, I don't know any specifics. I've just been asked to let you know to call Mr Rooney."

"Well, what do you know?"

"That you have to call Mr Rooney."

We talk for another minute before I hang up and sit down on the floor against the wall of lockers and loosen my tie.

What the fuck was going on in Dubai.

My parents had the Brown, LLC, office there. My mom, Laura, had an empty storage facility under her name, and my dad, John, had the house under his.

But that's like relatively normal things for them to have.

I really fucking wish I could remember more about our trips there, then this might be a little bit easier.

"Matty!" I hear Brooke screech from where she's teleported to beside me.

Fucking hell.

"Hey, Brooke. What's up?"

She smiles at me. "Nothing. Just saw you sitting here and wanted to make sure you were okay. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Brooke, really."