I was instructed to go over your someday fund with you.”
The next sound he heard was a loud crash, as she dropped the phone to the floor. Chastity fumbled to recover, quickly retrieved it, only to stare at it in confusion.
Did he say what I thought he did? She placed it back on her ear, not sure what to expect next.
“I’m sorry. Are you still there?” She sat in silence, as Timothy explained that her mother left her a substantial amount of money, but that he couldn’t discuss the details over the phone.
“It’s best to set up a meeting. I’ll need you to sign some paperwork …”
Chastity thoughts were on overdrive. Money? We had money? No, this is surely a scam.
Chastity tuned back in to the sound of his voice, as he explained the channels of procedure and details on where they should meet.
“Can you fly here? I have some business that will keep me in town over the next couple of weeks.” She was at a loss for words, but one thing for was that she wanted this meeting to be on her own terms. The last thing she was going to do was to fly out of town to meet some mystery lawyer.
If he even is a lawyer , she thought . She planned to google him as soon as she hung up.
It would have been more convenient to meet at his office, but Timothy agreed to come to her. He could tell she was suspicious and he wanted to put her mind at ease.
“No problem. I can fly in as soon as possible. Hey, if it’ll make you more comfortable - look up my website. You can check out my firm online.”
She walked over to her computer, and typed in his information.
“Okay, I found it. Is your picture on here? So, I’ll know what you look like when we meet.”
Although she was caught up in a whirlwind of doubt, something about his voice spoke to her. She couldn’t help but wondering if his deep voice matched the image of the face, she’d envisioned while they were talking. His voice was what she would call rich, but it had a little bit of a scratch to it.
Not that it matters. She shook her head from her thoughts.
“No picture, yet. We’ve just got the website up, and my office manager hasn’t gotten us all together to shoot pictures. When I fly in, just look for the man in the suit,” he said, smiling.
Before hanging up, they set the time and date for their meeting.
I bet mom left me a little something that she got when Grama Wayne died. There’s no way it could be anything more.
Chastity placed her phone back in the cradle and immediately grabbed her cell, to dial Anne’s number. She couldn’t wait to add another episode to the already long dialogue of her story.
Chapter 15
Anne swung by in a cab, to pick up Chastity. She could tell she was keyed up after her call from the lawyer, and in need for an overdue girls’ night out. She finally succeeded in getting her friend out of the house, and couldn’t wait to show her a good time.
They had agreed on one of their favorite places in Chinatown, The Obsidian Bar, which was full of bold color, music, and people. Walking in, Chastity was always in awe, as if for the first time.
“This place never gets old. The reggae … the décor. Eddy says it has a good fung shei feel.”
Laughing, Anne looked at her friend.
The next sound he heard was a loud crash, as she dropped the phone to the floor. Chastity fumbled to recover, quickly retrieved it, only to stare at it in confusion.
Did he say what I thought he did? She placed it back on her ear, not sure what to expect next.
“I’m sorry. Are you still there?” She sat in silence, as Timothy explained that her mother left her a substantial amount of money, but that he couldn’t discuss the details over the phone.
“It’s best to set up a meeting. I’ll need you to sign some paperwork …”
Chastity thoughts were on overdrive. Money? We had money? No, this is surely a scam.
Chastity tuned back in to the sound of his voice, as he explained the channels of procedure and details on where they should meet.
“Can you fly here? I have some business that will keep me in town over the next couple of weeks.” She was at a loss for words, but one thing for was that she wanted this meeting to be on her own terms. The last thing she was going to do was to fly out of town to meet some mystery lawyer.
If he even is a lawyer , she thought . She planned to google him as soon as she hung up.
It would have been more convenient to meet at his office, but Timothy agreed to come to her. He could tell she was suspicious and he wanted to put her mind at ease.
“No problem. I can fly in as soon as possible. Hey, if it’ll make you more comfortable - look up my website. You can check out my firm online.”
She walked over to her computer, and typed in his information.
“Okay, I found it. Is your picture on here? So, I’ll know what you look like when we meet.”
Although she was caught up in a whirlwind of doubt, something about his voice spoke to her. She couldn’t help but wondering if his deep voice matched the image of the face, she’d envisioned while they were talking. His voice was what she would call rich, but it had a little bit of a scratch to it.
Not that it matters. She shook her head from her thoughts.
“No picture, yet. We’ve just got the website up, and my office manager hasn’t gotten us all together to shoot pictures. When I fly in, just look for the man in the suit,” he said, smiling.
Before hanging up, they set the time and date for their meeting.
I bet mom left me a little something that she got when Grama Wayne died. There’s no way it could be anything more.
Chastity placed her phone back in the cradle and immediately grabbed her cell, to dial Anne’s number. She couldn’t wait to add another episode to the already long dialogue of her story.
Chapter 15
Anne swung by in a cab, to pick up Chastity. She could tell she was keyed up after her call from the lawyer, and in need for an overdue girls’ night out. She finally succeeded in getting her friend out of the house, and couldn’t wait to show her a good time.
They had agreed on one of their favorite places in Chinatown, The Obsidian Bar, which was full of bold color, music, and people. Walking in, Chastity was always in awe, as if for the first time.
“This place never gets old. The reggae … the décor. Eddy says it has a good fung shei feel.”
Laughing, Anne looked at her friend.
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