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scrolled through my mind than I knew what to do with. “How many people know the size of my inheritance?”
“Two: me, and now you.” She paused a moment. “Your mother knows that the inheritance is sizable, but for her protection, your father decided it was best to tell as few people as possible until the right time.”
I glanced down at Ms. Long’s hands as she wrung them at her waist. Her pupils were dilated. “You’re scared. Why?”
I couldn’t help but think of Marci. My dad had trusted the journalist with information. How much information? I had no idea, but she had been frightened the last time I saw her here at Wellington.
Just before she was murdered on the University of Kentucky’s campus.
“Miss Matthews, my firm protects a lot of information for our clients, but the security measures surrounding this case are enough to make even the strongest a little skittish. There are instructions in place in the event something happens to me… or you.” Her hands shook as she pretended to organize the documents in front of her. She looked back up at me. “I’m worried about you. You’re young. And your reaction to the news…”
“It was a shock, that’s all. It’s a lot of money.” I squeezed at the pressure point between my thumb and forefinger, a nervous habit I usually only did when I suffered a headache. “How about you give me a day to digest the information? Can we meet again in a day or two?”
“I am at your disposal. I work for you now, Ms. Matthews, as long as you desire me to.”
“In that case, I’d prefer that you call me Lexi.”
I looked down at the documents in front of me. Ms. Long must have followed my line of vision because she said, “An office has been set up for you. It’s to the right of Dean Fisher’s office. A copy of every document Mr. Finland and I brought here today will be placed in a safe in that office.” She handed me a piece of paper. “Memorize this combination and then destroy it. I created the combination this morning and am the only other person who knows it.”
“You’ve thought of everything.” An office seemed like overkill.
“Your father paid us to.” She began to gather documents, straightening loose papers and closing folders.
“Ms. Long, I have one last request.”
“Anything.”
“You said that you and I are the only two who know the value of my inheritance?”
“Yes.”
“I want it to stay that way. No one can know the details of what you just told me.”
“Of course. That’s entirely up to you. Your father left you in charge starting the day you turned eighteen. Much of what he wanted you to know is in the journals he already gave you, and in this file.” She held up a brown expandable folder. “I’ll leave this in the safe for when you’re ready.”
When I was ready.
Would I ever be ready to know what Dad expected me to do with 3.2 billion dollars?
~~~~~
“What did that woman say to you in there?” Jonas asked.
I shook my head, refusing to look at him as I pocketed all my thoughts and hid them securely away. We wandered through the small cemetery adjacent to the chapel where we had started our day. Though neither my dad nor my best friend was buried there, I somehow felt closer to them. And right now I needed them.
“Fine. You don’t have to tell me…” Jonas stuffed his hands in his pockets. “But Lexi, you scared me. You were so pale.” He kicked at a rock that bounced off a headstone.
“You heard most of it. I now own Wellington Boarding School.” Whatever that meant. How does someone own a school? “And I inherited money from my dad.” Jonas didn’t need to know I was now worth the gross domestic product of a small country. No one needed to know that information. Not yet, anyway. People close to me had been killed for less.
“That must have been some trust fund, to cause you to hyperventilate and practically pass out like that.”
It was. But how had Dad accumulated that much money? And
“Two: me, and now you.” She paused a moment. “Your mother knows that the inheritance is sizable, but for her protection, your father decided it was best to tell as few people as possible until the right time.”
I glanced down at Ms. Long’s hands as she wrung them at her waist. Her pupils were dilated. “You’re scared. Why?”
I couldn’t help but think of Marci. My dad had trusted the journalist with information. How much information? I had no idea, but she had been frightened the last time I saw her here at Wellington.
Just before she was murdered on the University of Kentucky’s campus.
“Miss Matthews, my firm protects a lot of information for our clients, but the security measures surrounding this case are enough to make even the strongest a little skittish. There are instructions in place in the event something happens to me… or you.” Her hands shook as she pretended to organize the documents in front of her. She looked back up at me. “I’m worried about you. You’re young. And your reaction to the news…”
“It was a shock, that’s all. It’s a lot of money.” I squeezed at the pressure point between my thumb and forefinger, a nervous habit I usually only did when I suffered a headache. “How about you give me a day to digest the information? Can we meet again in a day or two?”
“I am at your disposal. I work for you now, Ms. Matthews, as long as you desire me to.”
“In that case, I’d prefer that you call me Lexi.”
I looked down at the documents in front of me. Ms. Long must have followed my line of vision because she said, “An office has been set up for you. It’s to the right of Dean Fisher’s office. A copy of every document Mr. Finland and I brought here today will be placed in a safe in that office.” She handed me a piece of paper. “Memorize this combination and then destroy it. I created the combination this morning and am the only other person who knows it.”
“You’ve thought of everything.” An office seemed like overkill.
“Your father paid us to.” She began to gather documents, straightening loose papers and closing folders.
“Ms. Long, I have one last request.”
“Anything.”
“You said that you and I are the only two who know the value of my inheritance?”
“Yes.”
“I want it to stay that way. No one can know the details of what you just told me.”
“Of course. That’s entirely up to you. Your father left you in charge starting the day you turned eighteen. Much of what he wanted you to know is in the journals he already gave you, and in this file.” She held up a brown expandable folder. “I’ll leave this in the safe for when you’re ready.”
When I was ready.
Would I ever be ready to know what Dad expected me to do with 3.2 billion dollars?
~~~~~
“What did that woman say to you in there?” Jonas asked.
I shook my head, refusing to look at him as I pocketed all my thoughts and hid them securely away. We wandered through the small cemetery adjacent to the chapel where we had started our day. Though neither my dad nor my best friend was buried there, I somehow felt closer to them. And right now I needed them.
“Fine. You don’t have to tell me…” Jonas stuffed his hands in his pockets. “But Lexi, you scared me. You were so pale.” He kicked at a rock that bounced off a headstone.
“You heard most of it. I now own Wellington Boarding School.” Whatever that meant. How does someone own a school? “And I inherited money from my dad.” Jonas didn’t need to know I was now worth the gross domestic product of a small country. No one needed to know that information. Not yet, anyway. People close to me had been killed for less.
“That must have been some trust fund, to cause you to hyperventilate and practically pass out like that.”
It was. But how had Dad accumulated that much money? And
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