The Andre Miller Saga

Andre Miller 33 The Estate

"You didn't even know she was alive until 3 months ago when you found out she was dead! Why should you be entitled to 1/3 of everything she and my father built!" Screamed Linda Sizemore, Andre's half-sister.

"And what's your excuse for suing me? What excuse have you concocted in the addlebrained head of yours to justify that?" said Donald Royce, Linda's brother, and Andre's half-brother.

"You're a filthy pervert! Dad would have never approved of how you're living your depraved life with that Greg person; you're are barely a man at all!" She ranted.

"Oh? And that milk-toast, bootlicking, half-man you call a husband is? As for dad not approving of me being gay, because that's what you mean when you call me a pervert, dad and I came to terms with that before he died. But you were too busy eyeballing his stuff to notice that. You even went so far as to stop the auction of the family estate with this ridiculous lawsuit." Don said with a grin.

"How dare you besmirch our father by saying he would have approved of your lifestyle! That mother did was a disgrace! You don't deserve a penny of the family estate, either of you! You're a pervert and you, you're worse! You're a magician!"

"Here we go again." Said Andre, "Mr. Arbitrator, we've been over Linda's objection over my career choice at least three times, today, and about Don being gay, and we've spent 0 time actually working towards a common ground."

"There's no common ground to be had!" Linda shouted, "You'll turn over your shares or I'll sue you till you're broke!"

"OK, let's do some simple math." Said Andre, "Two of us own our own businesses. Two of us are highly successful in those businesses. You, on the other hand, support an unemployed husband and make a fairly decent living as an executive assistant. You have enough money socked away to start this case and see it about halfway through. Then you'll be broke if neither of us gives in first. Don and I have talked it over and we're both fine with waiting you out. And when it's over, and you're broke, we're going to sue you for lawyer fees."

The arbitrator spoke up, "Mrs. Sizemore, please be reasonable, your brothers agreed to this arbitration to make things easier, not so you could sit through each session and scream at them."

"Then if they aren't here to give in, we have nothing to arbitrate. I will see you bastards in court!" She got up and stomped towards the door, "Come on Neil!"

When they were gone Don looked over at Andre, "Well that was fun, would you and Caleb want to join Greg and I for dinner tonight?"

"That sounds like fun, we can keep going over the pictures from the estate and you can tell me things about mom."

Don and Andre had flown to Boston to deal with Linda in her own back yard as it were. She demanded the arbitration, less as a way to settle things and more as a way to bully her way into winning. Unfortunately for her, neither of her brothers was the type to roll over and play dead when confronted.

As they left Caleb and Greg joined them from the waiting area. "Damn, that woman has a set of lungs on her. I thought my ears were going to start bleeding." Said, Caleb.

"You should have heard her at our reception, she crashed it because we didn't invite her. She was using every slur in the book, drunk as a fish." Said Greg. "We had to call the police and have her removed."

"That seems about par for the course. We'll meet you at the restaurant in an hour. I want to take a shower and wash off the spittle she was spraying all over the place." Said, Andre.

Don laughed, "Sounds good. Sander's in about an hour. See you there."

They took a taxi back to the hotel and freshened up, "Brother if she could that woman would straight up murder you two." Said, Caleb.