week since Ms. Clarisse was buried, and I have yet to see an ounce of sorrow on their faces.
“Look who decided to show up.” said Troy looking behind the room. “Why don’t you say hi to him, my dear wife?”
His wife looked behind and held a sour expression. She asked Troy why he was bringing up the past, but Troy ignored her, resuming his conversation with the earpiece. Ben walked in laughing up a storm on his cellphone. He took a glance at us and told the person on the other line he would call them back. He sat between beside Ana and wiggled his nephew’s hair—the 8 year old grumbled and slapped his uncle’s hand off.
“Well isn’t this a rare sight.” declared Troy. “My backstabbing brother is here.”
“Put a sock in it, you knew I’d be here.” he teased. “Hey Ana, where’s your husband?”
“Were getting a divorce.” she stammered. “I can’t believe you forgot! I told you a month ago.”
“Oh sorry—I forgot.” laughed Ben.
It’s clear that Ben is anything but a family man. His smile is lopsided, fake, and one that can only come with the pleasures of a luxurious life. Mr. Müller sighed, and fixed his glasses to better read the papers on the desk. I locked my eyes at him, I watched him drink a glass of water, and scratch his head. I can no longer stare at the rest. Finally, Mr. Müller greeted us, and introduced himself.
“As you all well know, I am the family lawyer of your recently deceased mother Clarisse Elliot Mable, and of your late father Austin Mable—”
“We know that already!” shouted Ben.
“Can we get this over with, I’m needed at the office.” marked Troy.
“I apologize. I’m aware of the valuable time you all have. For legal purposes, everything is being recorded, under these circumstances, I’m not authorized to cut time for anyone. Let’s continue where I left off shall we? Troy, can you please finish your call.”
With a whispering groan, Troy ended his conversation. Out of frustration, he shoved the device in his pocket.
“When this is finished, we will see if you’re competent enough to represent this family.” ended Troy.
Mr. Müller doesn’t seem bothered by his threat, he stacked his papers, and started where he left off.
“Thank you all for coming to the formal announcement of Clarisse Elliot Mable’s Will, testimony, estates, and trusts. This will also contain all of the assets of Austin Mable who passed his assets to his spouse. Now that Clarisse Elliot Mable is no longer with us, we will now commence the declaration. Upon Ms. Clarisse’s request, our guest on the left seat was specifically summoned to be present. She was her personal care taker in Gilia until her death this passing—”
“But she isn’t a family member!” snapped Troy’s wife. “What is my late mother-in law’s personal caretaker doing here—Troy?”
“I don’t care, let’s just get this done and over with, I have lot of work to do.” he replied.
The rest of the members didn’t lay an eye on me. I don’t exist, to them, it’s that easy. The lawyers behind Mr. Müller recorded the time, and had us sign documents stating that we’re present. When all the formality was done, Troy has lost his patience, Ana was growing another argument with her son, and Ben got in trouble for calling someone in secret. Troy’s teenagers pretended like they aren’t here, they dipped their heads down into their gadgets.
“I don’t know why Dad didn’t just hurry up and pass down his company to me, I’ve been running it since his retirement.” said Troy.
“That’s because Dad didn’t want you to take over.” said Ana. “Mom’s going to pass it to me, the women in her family pass everything to their daughters.”
“You’re wrong Ana, the only thing mom is going to pass are those old resorts.” laughed Ben. “Good luck managing all that business stuff, just give me my rightful share.”
Mr. Müller mentioned the cabin being my small share and that I
“Look who decided to show up.” said Troy looking behind the room. “Why don’t you say hi to him, my dear wife?”
His wife looked behind and held a sour expression. She asked Troy why he was bringing up the past, but Troy ignored her, resuming his conversation with the earpiece. Ben walked in laughing up a storm on his cellphone. He took a glance at us and told the person on the other line he would call them back. He sat between beside Ana and wiggled his nephew’s hair—the 8 year old grumbled and slapped his uncle’s hand off.
“Well isn’t this a rare sight.” declared Troy. “My backstabbing brother is here.”
“Put a sock in it, you knew I’d be here.” he teased. “Hey Ana, where’s your husband?”
“Were getting a divorce.” she stammered. “I can’t believe you forgot! I told you a month ago.”
“Oh sorry—I forgot.” laughed Ben.
It’s clear that Ben is anything but a family man. His smile is lopsided, fake, and one that can only come with the pleasures of a luxurious life. Mr. Müller sighed, and fixed his glasses to better read the papers on the desk. I locked my eyes at him, I watched him drink a glass of water, and scratch his head. I can no longer stare at the rest. Finally, Mr. Müller greeted us, and introduced himself.
“As you all well know, I am the family lawyer of your recently deceased mother Clarisse Elliot Mable, and of your late father Austin Mable—”
“We know that already!” shouted Ben.
“Can we get this over with, I’m needed at the office.” marked Troy.
“I apologize. I’m aware of the valuable time you all have. For legal purposes, everything is being recorded, under these circumstances, I’m not authorized to cut time for anyone. Let’s continue where I left off shall we? Troy, can you please finish your call.”
With a whispering groan, Troy ended his conversation. Out of frustration, he shoved the device in his pocket.
“When this is finished, we will see if you’re competent enough to represent this family.” ended Troy.
Mr. Müller doesn’t seem bothered by his threat, he stacked his papers, and started where he left off.
“Thank you all for coming to the formal announcement of Clarisse Elliot Mable’s Will, testimony, estates, and trusts. This will also contain all of the assets of Austin Mable who passed his assets to his spouse. Now that Clarisse Elliot Mable is no longer with us, we will now commence the declaration. Upon Ms. Clarisse’s request, our guest on the left seat was specifically summoned to be present. She was her personal care taker in Gilia until her death this passing—”
“But she isn’t a family member!” snapped Troy’s wife. “What is my late mother-in law’s personal caretaker doing here—Troy?”
“I don’t care, let’s just get this done and over with, I have lot of work to do.” he replied.
The rest of the members didn’t lay an eye on me. I don’t exist, to them, it’s that easy. The lawyers behind Mr. Müller recorded the time, and had us sign documents stating that we’re present. When all the formality was done, Troy has lost his patience, Ana was growing another argument with her son, and Ben got in trouble for calling someone in secret. Troy’s teenagers pretended like they aren’t here, they dipped their heads down into their gadgets.
“I don’t know why Dad didn’t just hurry up and pass down his company to me, I’ve been running it since his retirement.” said Troy.
“That’s because Dad didn’t want you to take over.” said Ana. “Mom’s going to pass it to me, the women in her family pass everything to their daughters.”
“You’re wrong Ana, the only thing mom is going to pass are those old resorts.” laughed Ben. “Good luck managing all that business stuff, just give me my rightful share.”
Mr. Müller mentioned the cabin being my small share and that I
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