The Hawthorne Sister

Chapter 14

I walked out of my room, a thermos of coffee in my hand. I was going to Ortega, McNamara, and Jones to see the Red Will. 

Whenever I say McNamara, I start thinking of McDonalds.

I could really go for a burger right now.

Sorry, got a little off track there. Back to the Red Will.

I checked to make sure I had the filter in my pocket. Good. I opened the door to outside, letting the slightly cool air hit me.

Nash was already waiting on his motorcycle.

"I can drive myself, you know." I commented, taking the helmet he was holding. I sat down while I adjusted it.

"Just making sure you don't run off." He started the engine. Rude. I wouldn't leave without telling anyone.

Actually...

I would.

I've done so before. One time, I went missing for three days. I only came back because Grandfather threatened to activate an Amber alert.

Another time, I left, and when I came back after two days, it was with a marvelous present for Grandfather.

A lawsuit!

I don't think he appreciated that very much.

Jolting out of my thoughts, I realized that we'd arrived. The building was modern and decently big. I guess it was needed, when you had as much money as the Hawthorne Foundation.

I got off the motorcycle. "Are you going to come?" I asked Nash.

"Nah." He replied simply. "I'll wait."

I walked in, passing the security guard and receptionist. I was about to go up the elevator, when I realized. I didn't know where it was. I walked back to the receptionist.

"Hello." I greeted. "Where's the Red Will?" 

The receptionist looked up at me. After seemingly confirming I was a Hawthorne, he spoke.

"Third floor, corner office." He looked back at his book.

I nodded, already walking back to the elevator. I had to pass through more security (one "Hawthorne" look was enough for them to ignore my daggers), but the Red Will was exactly where the receptionist said. 

The room was furnished, with a heavy-looking mahogany desk. On that desk was the will. I looked at it. 

I scanned the red acetate over the lines, making sure I wasn't missing anything. 

Nothing.

Nothing, all the way up until our names came up.

Nash Westbrook Hawthorne.

Grayson Davenport Hawthorne.

Jameson Winchester Hawthorne.

Alexander Blackwood Hawthorne.

Lilith Bijou Hawthorne.

Our middle names remained.

Well, it couldn't be our father's last names. Grayson and I had different ones. 

Then again, I don't think Skye would care about me enough to give me a middle name.

I know for a fact that Grandfather was the one who gave me my first name.

I'm pretty sure that she did name Grayson.

I shook my head. I wasn't going down that path. 

Pulling out my phone, I checked the security cameras.