Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 04's
Rachel looked at the lawyer's eyes. “Grandfather wrote this part in his own words.” Zephaniah stopped for a moment, either to cause a certain effect or to gather courage.
“To Rachel Cecilion and Jenson Aerospace,” Zephaniah began reading. “To the two members of my family who have given me so much pleasure and joy, with their hopes for life, also enjoy hanging out with an old man and old jokes, I left behind the rest of my treasure, I said, that is, all bank accounts, businesses, stocks, bonds, all tangible property and personal property, with all love and affection. Be happy and divide equally.”
Rachel got up, stunned, and angry. “I can't take the money.” Towering between the families sitting around her, the girl stepped straight towards Zephaniah.
The lawyer, who had anticipated attacks from various camps, braced himself for this unexpected. “I won't know what I'm going to do with all that. It's just gonna ruin my life. I don't want the money,” He's pointing his hand at the pile of paper on the table as if it was some kind of minor annoyance. “Supposed grandpa Robert to ask me first.”
“Miss Rachel..”.
Before the lawyer could speak again, Rachel hit Jenson. “You can take everything. Moreover, you know what you have to do with that legacy. Buy a hotel in New York, in L.A., your favorite football club, and a helicopter to fly you wherever you want, I don't care.”
Very calmly, Jenson put his hands in his pocket. “Respect your offer, Cousin. Before you get mad like this, why don't we wait until Mrs. Zephaniah finished talking so you don't embarrass yourself any further?”
Rachel stared at Jenson. His height was almost on par with that man because he was wearing high heels.As early on Rachel was trained to deal with him, she took a deep breath and waited until her anger subsided. “I don't want the money.”
“You've already explained your opinion.” Next to Jenson's eyebrows shot up, cynically and half-excitedly, which could always make Rachel angry. “You made our relatives amazed by the small show you put on.”
Nothing could make Rachel find control of herself sooner than that. He raised his chin towards his cousin, hissed, then gave up. “Alright, then.” He turned. “I'm sorry about the interrupt. Please keep reading, Mrs. Zephaniah.”
The lawyer took a moment to remove the glasses and clean them with a large white handkerchief. He had known since Grandpa Robert made the will, the day would soon come when he had to face a family that would surely be furious. He has argued with his client about the problem, persuaded, made excuses, showed the injustice that exists. Then Zephaniah again took the will and closed all the way out.
“I've outlined all this,” he continued, “Uang, whose value is not much, stocks and bonds, which are important but boring, interest-bearing businesses, which are an interesting burden to snare the neck. And my house and everything in it, which is everything to me, the memories that happened there, to Rachel and Jenson because they understand and care about me. I leave this to them, even though it's going to be annoying to them, because there's no one else in my family that I can live with that thing that's important to me. What used to be mine now belongs to Rachel and Jenson, because I know they can keep me alive and I'm sure they can take care of all my belongings. I love Rachel and Jenson as much as they love me. I only asked for one thing in return.”
Jenson's grasp became a little looser, and he almost smiled again. “This is the important part,” murmured.
“If one of them does not agree to the decree, or violates the terms of the decree for a period of six months, the land and the house, as a whole will be left to all my heirs by a flat division. I'll give you my blessing, kids. Don't let an old man who has died become disappointed.”
For a full thirty seconds, silence struck them. Taking advantage of that, Zephaniah immediately began to tidy up his papers.
“Bangka old base,” ruk Jenson. Rachel would have defended herself had she not agreed to the grunt with all her heart. Judging that the temperature in the room was already too hot, Jenson pulled Rachel out, across the corridor and into one of the cute little guest rooms that could be found all over the house. Just before he closed his door, the first explosion in the library erupted.
Rachel pulled out a piece of wet tissue, sneezed on it, then pulled out a chair. He was too tired, confused and dizzy with all this. “Well, how now?.”
Jenson grabbed a cigarette before remembering that she had stopped the habit. “Now we have to make some decisions.”
Rachel gave him one of the sharp glances she knew could make most men stammer. Jenson just sat across from him and stared back. “I mean what I say. I don't want the money. By the time the money was split and the taxes were taken care of, it was worth nearly seventy-five billion. Seventy-five billion,” rework while twirling the eyeballs. “Konyol once.”
“Robert always thinks so,” Jenson said as she watched the grief come and go in Rachel's eyes.
“She only has it to play around with. The problem is, every time he plays, he increases the number.” Unable to sit, Rachel stepped towards the window. “Jenson, I could suffocate with that kind of money.”
“Cash is not as heavy as you think.”
While expressing something similar to her current atmosphere, Rachel turned around and sat down on the window ledge. “You did not reject seventy-five billion or so after deducting the taxes I took.”
Jenson was anxious to remove that expression from Rachel's face. “I don't have your indifference to money, Rachel, maybe because I grew up with the illusion of having money, not reality.”
Rachel shrugged her shoulders, realizing Jenson's parents had stayed on, and would always have survived to the present, especially due to credit and debt everywhere. “So, just take everything.”