The Billionaire's Secrets

Chapter 30 Unexpected surprises and decisions to be made

Storm's pov

Walking up to the Receptionist, I take in a deep breath. "Good day Ma'am." Reservation for Spader? "Right this way ma'am." Following her, we go out onto the balcony where I see waiting ever so patiently, Spader and Simmons. As I approach them, they stand up. "Hello Miss Hunter. It is a pleasure to see you again", says Simmons with his outstretched hand shaking mine. Hello Simmons, I reply cooly. Spader is watching me and this keeps me on edge. "Storm, it's been a long a time. Take a seat", he says eyeing me warily. Yes James, that is true. He comes to my side and opens his arms to give me a hug. I know he's up to something. Damn! He has that smile that says I know what you're trying to hide and his eyes. Ugh! He squeezes me a little too tightly and I clench my jaw and my body immediately stiffens. Pulling away, he appears satisfied and pulls the chair out for me to take a seat. Thanks James.

The waiter comes to take our order and I just let James order for me. "For starters, a plate of stuffed calamari with prawn in a lemon and herb, garlic butter sauce. As well as a platter of sushi excluding sashimi. For main, we will be having chicken chowmein. And for drinks, 2 raspberry ice teas. After James ordered for us, followed by Simmons who ordered the same starter with paella instead and a coffee. There was a short moment of silence. So let's get down to business then shall we? "Of course Miss Hunter. Though I must say I was quite surprised when you called me as you do have a personal law firm you use am I not correct?" Yes you are Simmons, however this is quite a personal matter and I cannot use my law firm for reasons I will not divulge for now. James raises his eyebrow and looks at me questioningly.

I shrug and continue on. Anyway Simmons, the reason I called you here is because I need you to draft up my will. In the will, you must have the following; my assets will all go to my child(ren). If I die before time and my child(ren) is under 18, James Spader, Michael Robertson and Elijah Hunter (my brother) will take over the company until my child(ren) reach the age of 21 to officially take over. Every year, the Hunter's group enterprises will donate 15% of all profits. There will be a trust fund set up for the mentioned dependents to which will be paid out to them in small amounts so that they learn financial independence. My family will also receive a certain amount of money and/or assets. ALL properties and enterprises will not be sold. They will remain for future generations to come. Certain people will have access to my properties for purposes of vacation and such. A foundation must be set up to provide children with disadvantaged backgrounds as well as those that I support through the orphanages with full funds provided to receive a good education as well to go to university subject to many factors on which it will be based. I also want a clause included with regards to my funeral. I want my body to be incarcerated after death and my ashes to be thrown into the ocean subject to change. However the urn used for my ashes may be kept in a grave at a cemetery for the purposes of anyone wishing to visit specifically my child(ren). These are just some of things I want if I think of anything else I'll let you know. Also please work on the figures and amounts to go with these things and we can meet again when you have a draft ready. This is a matter of urgency and must be kept confidential.

"Wow, Miss Hunter. I will get on it right away though you aren't dying anytime soon or are you?" I look at him and give him a small smile. Well we all are bound to die someday right Simmons? And no, I'm not dying yet but I want to be prepared should anything happen to me. As if right on cue, our orders arrive and I'm ready to dig in. although James seems quiet and gives me a knowing look. Soon enough as I take a bite of the food, I quickly get out my chair and head straight for the bathrooms. Bending over the toilet, I begin heaving out the contents of my stomach. Reassuringly I feel a hand rubbing my back gently and another holding up my hair. I knew it was James. I suddenly felt so weak and nauseous that my body just sagged to the floor and against the toilet cubicle wall.