𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞

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"I am Mr Rogers executer and I'm responsible for administering the assets of the deceased like his last will." The old man says giving me a glance every now and then

"As you know by now Mr Rogers left a will and you are a beneficiary of an estate and more." He says shocking me.

Guess its not a snow globe huh?

"Such as?" I can't stop myself from asking "We will get to that in a second let's just talk about the rules he made."

Rules?
He made rules? Why?
That's a bit weird but okay.

"A will allows you to direct how your belongings... Such as bank balances, property or prized possessions should be distributed. Mr Rogers specify who gets those assets of him and when. And by the looks of it before you can claim any of his belongings you have to obay first."

He sounds so smart.
Wow.
But I doubt if 'obay' was the correct word to use I mean damn.

I nod my head as he continues "May I just ask if I'm related to him?" I can't help but wonder cuz I never even heard of this man

"No. He writes here that he and your parents were very good friends and when you were younger he had always been fond of you, like he'd say 'she was a little angel'"

Aww.
A angle.
I'm so sorry to disappoint you Mr Rogers but I really am no saint. Never less an angel.

But for the sake of this will let's say I am.
Wink wink.

I make a 'ohh' sound nodding my head and he hummed softly "Well now that I talked about that, let's get to his belongings... It started here he left you a house almaot the size of a mansion... And 6 Million dollars."

Fuck my life.

My eyes are probably as big as the moon itself right now!
Six Million dollars???!!!
A house?
My mouth hung open caused by shock and I chuckled in disbelief "You got to be shitting me." I say more to myself but he looks at at me offended as if I meant it for him.

"This has to be some kind of joke right?" I say sitting on the edge of my chair my arms on his desk for support "No. It's what he had left you..."

Closing my eyes I can't help but think this has to be some sort of a joke or dream.
How rich was Mr Rogers actually?!

Mansion like house?
That means I can move out of that small apartment!
Yay life!!

"-but.." but??
Why is there a but?!
I fear his answer my eyes immediately shot open looking at him his hands in front of his mouth.

"You can only claim all that after 6 to maybe 12 months except for the house... You see Mr Rogers was a very smart responsible man and he has his reasons for doing so... You can move into the house if you'd like but I'll be coming in every now and then to see if you can actually manage it if not it will be taken from you and be given to another member or it'll be for sale and the money goes for charity."

What a clever man.
So I have to play house just to keep it? That's crazy.

I look at him listening carefully to what he is saying, biting my nails while doing so as he continues "-but if you can maintain everything as a reward after 6 or more months you will get the 6 million dollars."

It's almost an entire year.
Well I can do that.
Right? Sure thing I can.

"He does this with everyone who is mentioned in his will?" I ask a bit pissed by that, I mean I could've almost been a rich bitch now I have to do this?
Oh dear me.

"That is confidential information Mrs Standford." He says glaring at me from above his glasses and I scoffed at that falling back into my chair "Okay..." I say thinking about the fact that I'll be tested for living a clean life it's not that I don't because I do it's just that sometimes I throw parties more like a lot of times and that can go on for days.

"And I will be arriving unannounced most of the times when you least expect it."

Great! Freaken Great!

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