Dear Diary [h.s. au]

Chapter Thirty-Six.

(A/N: Well, this chapter is kind of sad...)

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“Drea, can I talk to you for a second?”

“Of course. Will you be ok?”

“Yeah, sure go.” – Harry reassured me.

I kissed his cheek and followed my mum to what used to be my grandpa’s office.

“What’s going on mum?”

“I want to tell you about the meeting with our family attorneys yesterday.”

I sat down on this big leather chair in front of a black oak desk. – “Ok, go on.”

She leaned against the desk. – “Your grandma left me three quarters of the family’s money, this house and a luxury apartment downtown London. Where your grandpa used to make his deals with new clients.”

“Are you serious?” – My jaw dropped to the floor. – “Mum, that’s amazing !”

“I know, dear. Your aunt wasn’t very happy about it and told the attorneys to check the heritance twice but everything was very explicit.”

“So, aunt Lydia only got one quarter of the money? That’s it?”

“Not quite. Your uncle Jasper is now the president of your grandpa’s company.”

“Oh crap. He’s gonna fuck up everything.”

“Let’s hope not. If your grandparents trusted him enough to give him the power of the entire company then I guess I am fine with it.”

My grandpa was the owner of several hotels across the world. But since he died, the company went to my grandma. Now that she’s dead too, uncle Jasper is the president of everything.

Remember I said president, not owner cause those are my mum and aunt.

“So, now what? We move here?”

“Of course not, unless you want to?”

“No, I am perfectly fine living in Birmingham. Maybe when I graduate who knows.” – I shrugged.

“I will keep everything how it is. No one will lose their jobs but we need to be here at least once a month. To give life to this big house.”

“I don’t think I will ever get used to this. Mum, it’s a lot of money.”

“I know dear, but we’ll figure a way out. We’re not going to spend it all at once.”

“Of course not, we’re not aunt Lydia.” – That made my mum chuckle. – “But seriously mum, how are we gonna handle having three houses and a fortune on our bank accounts? I’m going to freak out.”

“Calm down Drea, it’s just money. Besides, we don’t need to spend it. Unless we really need it.”

“Only for emergencies.”

“Only for emergencies.” – She nodded.

After talking to my mum, I went to look for Harry who was chatting to some of my grandma’s golf friends.

Yes she liked playing golf, a lot. I mean, she didn’t play she just pretended she knew how to so she could be friends with my grandpa’s friends. Does that make sense ? I don’t think so.