This Memory Is Ours

Third Memory

×X× Third Memory ×X×

   I waited for the man in the suit whose name I think was Wallace. He told me to wait outside the hospital so that he can pick me up with his car.

   I don't think I remember seeing so much cars before. But hey I don't remember anything at all.

   A white pajero passed by me at first. Though I thought that it was my ride, I thought wrong.

   It was weird how I remember the types of all the cars that passed by when I should have forgotten them because I had amnesia. I guess you don't forget the things that you learned.

   A few minutes later I heard loud talking of some guys near me, they had their attention on a cool looking black car.

   "Holy shit man. Is that a Lamborghini?" he said.

   "Awesome... I wish I could have one of those." his friend reacted.

   The black Lamborghini drove its way around the hospital fountain and stopped near me. The car window rolled down and the ever so serious looking Mr. Wallace came to greet me.

   "Get in." he said. Lovely greeting as always.

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   I opened up the window on my side of the car to feel the fresh air on my cheeks.

   "Please don't open that. Seriously, we're in an airconditioned car." he scolded me as he was looking through some papers placed on his lap.

   "Err.. Sorry." I hurriedly rolled the window up.

   I looked around the car to keep myself busy, Wallace was occuppied and the driver was quiet. So I couldn't help but talk.

   "Nice car." I said.

   "Well, you have 3 more at home and a limousine." he said still not looking away from his paperwork.

   "Wow. You're rich." I said.

   "Really now?" he said sarcastically as he looked at me with his eye glasses on and his head still pointing to his paperworks. "I said that this Lamborghini is yours. And YOU still have 3 more and a limousine at home." he raised an eyebrow.

   "Haha.Yeah right!" I laughed and slapped his shoulder playfully. He just looked at me with disgust. "I bet you're going to tell me I own a mansion too. Haha......."

   There was an awkward silence.

   "Miss Von Reigh, I can understand that you are suffering from amnesia right now, and being your family lawyer I guess I should tell you everything." he cleared his throat.

   "Your grandfather, owner of a prestigious wine company, passed away. And with no other relatives to leave behind his wealth, you, daughter of Annabeth Von Reigh, are the only preferrable heir to his inheritance." I felt the car stop.

   "What inheritance?" I asked. He let out a small smirk that made his pleasing appearance more pleasing. He opened the car door and said. "This."

   We arrived in a what seemed like meadow garden that was just filled with life. There were elegant flowers everywhere, and the pavements on the ground seemed like they were effortly designed well. The big fountain on the middle brought out the majestic beauty of everything around it. And on the near back a ginormous house was there. A mansion.

   "Haha. God. If this is a dream please don't wake me up." I said to myself. "Is this all mine?"

   "This mansion and ten more houses and lots in this country, yeah." he said so simply. "And of course the company too. So yes, this WILL all be yours."