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“Ms. Ortiz?”
I looked up. “That’s me.”
“Mr. Pharm will see you now.” She told me.
“Thank you.”
We followed her to Thien’s office. She opened the door, announced us then headed back to her desk. Stepping forward, I clasped my hands together in front of my mouth and bowed my head.
“Sawatdii-Khaa,” I greeted him.
Thien smiled and returned the greeting. “Ja. Nella, how have you been?” He hugged me then turned to look at Sean.
“I’m okay.” I lied. “Um, this is Sean Hannigan, a good friend of mine.”
The two shook hands.
After Thien ensured we didn’t need anything to snack on or to drink, we sat in one of his boardrooms to talk.
“I’d like to see a copy of my sister’s will.” I told him directly.
“Her will?”
I nodded. “My mother showed me a will. But some things have happened that makes me wonder if it’s real or not.”
“I was wondering when you would ask to see the will.” Thien told me. He picked up the phone and directed someone to bring him my sister’s file, then hung up. “Before you see the will, your sister wanted me to hold onto something for you. She said not to bring it up unless you came asking.”
I looked over at Sean with an arched brow then back at Thien. “Really?”
He nodded.
Before he could speak, someone knocked on the door and a law clerk stepped in and set the file in front of him. “Thank you.”
She grinned and exited the room, closing the door quietly behind her.
Thein dug through it then produced a closed envelope that had a seat over the back. I supposed that was to prove it hadn’t been opened.
Thein handed me a paper and a paper to sigh—the document stated I’d received the envelope and that the seal hadn’t been broken.
After adding my signature and the date, I accepted it and quickly ripped into the paper.
Dear Sister,
I guess I lost. But you shouldn’t be sad anymore. I know it sucks. I didn’t get to see you marry a sexy romance novel-esque hottie and have two point five kids but I’m pretty sure I’m somewhere watching over you and my baby right now.
The reason for this letter, I’m pretty sure mama took custody of Jeremy since you weren’t even out of university yet when my illness got the better of me. But as you know, I cannot trust her to do what’s right.
What you do know is that Jeremy is set to inherit a vast sum of money from my estate.
Here’s what you might not know.
If he is no longer among the living or is somehow found mentally incapable of handling his newfound wealth, his guardian would be responsible for overseeing his fortune. I want that person to be you, sis. The will wasn’t overseen by Thien. I used a lawyer, I found out too late was a friend of our mother’s. I know something will go wrong after I’m gone, so I have retained Thien to help with whatever you need, legally to make that transfer happen.
I know Jeremy being with mama seemed like the responsible thing to have done—but I don’t trust her, Nel. Do this last thing for me. You only have to keep my boy until he’s twenty. I know what I’m asking is a lot. I know you probably have your own life now and I hope things are going great, but I can’t do this myself.
Love,
Cal
