Success within Billions: An Heiress' Legacy

Chapter 2: Finding Succession

July 26, 4:30pm. At the Hyimmel's house.

To have taken the role of a maternal figure to a 14 year old girl was not on my bucket list, but I'm not angry at the sudden responsibility. I was never someone who liked kids or wanted kids in the future. Tantrums with pouts, snotty faces, and red cheeks with no elegance, all of those irritate me. But then again, I lack the ability to see people through a sentimental gaze, so I'm probably just biased.

I was let into my niece's home shortly after I mentioned the news of the multiple deaths that occurred in my household, further proving it with the news outlet to her grandmother.A wrinkly old woman with smile lines and gray, thinning hair stuck in a bun. She was wary of me, with the way her honey words turned malicious, and her scowl evident. I could understand that, of course. A 24 year old heiress with barely any connection to her niece, looking like a hot mess, and with frenzied eyes? If I was the old hag, I'd be wary too. But she still ushered me in, the smell of apple crumble and other spices hitting my nose. She notices my nose scrunching. "I was baking before you came in. I can give you a slice of what I'm cooking up in the back when it is done."

"Then, about Odette -"

"She's in her room, upstairs." She cut me off for the second time, and I fought my urge to snap back, rather looking at the staircase. It was a bit tight, curling upwards. The rest of the house was extremely nice, like Snow White's cottage, but more luxurious. With new wood and carpets, lace curtains, and furnishings quite similar to something I'd see of off a Beverly Hills-ified cabin.The woman's gravelly voice suddenly echoed through the house. She was at the base of the steps.

"Me and her grandfather, Arthur, are unemployed. Her father is a detective, off to a case in a different state. He rarely comes home, but with a good wage." I pause in my steps, halfway through the staircase already. I look back, trying to stick the puzzle pieces together. "Then, is he the one who bought this house? It is quite a place." She stops walking. "Her mother did. Amir asked for a house, and she gave us this." She waves me off, heading to what I presume would be the kitchen. I think about her words for a minute. Aurora was childish despite being in her early 30s. A girl who scrolled on multiple social media apps, acting as our media manager on all accounts and another asset holder who conquered the influencer industry. She was rich, like the rest of us, but was more secretive with how much she had specifically. A place with a front and back yard, multiple gardens, and a small pond decorating the house could easily be in the millions. So that's where our funds for campaigns went. I step further up, a little amused at the thought. I finally reached the 2nd floor after a few moments, and the first sight I saw was essentially pink. Pink drapes with gold lining, light sheets and figures of Hatsune Miku, and multiple shades of rose and baby pink everywhere. The 2nd floor was Odette's room entirely, the place acting like an attic of sorts. The cottage theme was still evident, of course, just dusted with a touch of a Tumblr feed. I could see on my far right that there was a closet and a bathroom, and I immediately presumed she was in there. I knock on the wood flooring, my head still halfway up the staircase. For a crude 5 seconds, it was pure silence, then suddenly I could hear thumps and scrambling of footsteps.