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Brent strides over. “I don’t know what youdid to my father, you little slut,” he accuses. “But you won’t geta pe

Justine rises to her feet and gives him acool look. “Refrain from talking to my client. This will all besettled when the will is read.”

“That will is a fucking joke,” he curses.“She’s the one who wrote the damn thing!”

“I didn’t,” I protest. Justine gives me alook to say shut up, but I can’t help it. “I filed the paperwork,and helped with his typing. That’s all.”

“We’ll see about that.” Brent narrows hiseyes at me in a cold glare. “Everyone knows your reputation.There’s no way a judge will uphold it in court.”

The three march past me, straight into theoffice without knocking.

“What does he mean, my reputation?” I turnto Justine in confusion.

“Hell if I know.” She shrugs.

The door opens, and an assistant leans out.“We’re ready for you now,” she says.

Justine reaches for her purse. “Ready tofind out if your a multi-millionaire?”

I take a breath. “Ready as I’ll everbe.”

* * *

Inside the conference room, Ashcroft’s kidsare sitting scowling at me. There are a few people in suits I don’trecognize, and a few that I do, but everyone turns to look at me asI make my way to a free seat.

I hear their whispers as I pass.

“She’s theone...”

“Gold-digger. He left hereverything....”

I feel like an intruder as I take a seat inthe back. I’m not supposed to be here, it’s clear.

“Ignore them,” Justine whispers, loud enoughfor the whole room to hear. “They’re just jealous.”

I give her a grateful smile. I don’t knowwhere I’d be without her -- probably still crying in my apartmentover what happened with Vaughn. She was the one who called me thatnight the minute she heard about Ashcroft. She dragged me out, andtried to distract me. Which isn’t easy, when I feel so mixed upinside.

A stern-looking lawyer clears his throat,standing at the front of the room. “Are we ready to begin?”

Brent stands. “I don’t know why you’re goingthrough with this farce. That will be thrown out the minute I gethold of a judge.”

“Be that as it may, I’m required to readit.” The lawyer is unmoved. “Please take your seat.”

Brent scowls, but he slumps back into hisseat.

The lawyer clears his throat, and lifts thefirst page. My heart races. I sit forwards, suddenly panicked. Igrip Justine’s hand tight.

This is it.

“I, Charles Ashcroft, being of sound mindand judgment, do hereby state my last will and testament,” thelawyer starts to read. “This will voids all previous documents, andis a legal and binding document.”

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