Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Chapter 136

Drew’s phone rang just as we finished breakfast, and he excused himself to answer it. A few minutes later, he returned to the kitchen with a serious expression.

“That was the attorney; we must go into his office to review some paperwork and sign a few things.” He told us.

“That’s okay. I will be fine here, especially with the new security measures.” I wasn’t thrilled about being left alone in this house, but I did not want to make it more difficult for the guys; I knew this was probably something that involved their father, and it would be stressful enough without me making it more difficult.

My declaration was met with immediate objections, but before I could say anything Drew interrupted the others. “Emmy needs to come with us; this also pertains to her mother. That silenced the guys, and all eyes were on me again.

“Um, I don’t mind going. I’m unsure why the attomey needs to see me, but we will find out.” I said. ‘Give me ten minutes; I want to change into something nicer than loungewear.”

“Take your time,‘ I told Mr. Johnson. It would take us about an hour to get there. Drew told me.

“Great, thank you,” I said, disappearing down the hallway to my bedroom.

Half an hour later, we had all loaded into the SUV, with Drew driving, and we were on our way to the attorney’s office. Thanks to the traffic, it took almost another thirty minutes to get to his office, one of the many highrise offices downtown. We parked in the underground garage and took the elevator to one of the higher floors. Stepping out into the reception area made me realize how high up we were, and I felt a chill run down my back. I was not a fan of heights and slowed until the twins were next to me. I took Jake’s hand. Josh came up next to me and wrapped his arm around my waist before leaning closer.

“What’s got you nervous, baby?” Josh asked, squeezing my waist.

“I hate heights; I don’t want to go near the windows,” I admitted

“Okay, Em, we’ve got you,” Jake assured me, stepping closer and blocking my view of the windows. I kept my gaze on the tiled floor as they hurried me to a conference room the receptionist had directed us to. I looked up when we were inside, and I was relieved to see that the windows were covered in blinds, so I could pretend that we weren’t hundreds of feet in the air.

Josh pulled out a chair for me with my back to the windows, and I was able to focus on the attorney who was waiting at the head of the table for us to be seated. He came around and introduced himself to me, and I greeted him politely, still unsure why I was there.

Once he returned to the head of the table, he pulled out a thick file. “I had you all come in at once because even though Miss Conners is not related to you by blood, her mother’s, will, and your father’s are tied together because of their marriage.” We all nodded, and Mr. Johnson continued. “Miss Peters, are you comfortable having Mr. O’Kelly in the room while we discuss your mother’s will and trust?”

“Yes, of course,” I said, glancing at the guys, and Drew nodded at me. “Patrick’s part of our family; even if he weren’t here, I would tell him everything anyway, and please call me Emmy.”

“No problem, Emmy; I just have to ask for legal reasons.” He assured me. “Now, since your mother’s remains were recovered and identified, I can release your inheritance in the form of a trust.”

“Wait, what? I don’t understand.” I interrupted. My mother and I were not close; she would have never left me anything. She didn’t even want me living with her when my father went to jail.”

“This is a trust set up by your maternal grandparents. Mr. Johnson said.

‘I don’t know anything about grandparents. I know nothing about my mother’s family.” I told him.

“According to the paperwork and wills, your mother and stepfather left with me. This particular trust was set up when you were born. On your eighteenth birthday, you will have access to one–quarter of it; when you turn twenty–five, another quarter will be released, and when you’re thirty, the rest will become available.”

What The Fuck. Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming. This can’t be real. I reached down and pinched my hand under the table to ensure I was awake. It hurt, so I was awake. Josh noticed what I was doing and wrapped his hand over mine, and cocked his eyebrow at me. Damn it, I was in trouble. I realized Mr. Johnson continued talking, and I had no idea what he told me.

Tm sorry, Mr. Johnson. I’m in a bit of shock. Could you repeat what you just said?” I asked him.

‘Of course, it’s not a problem. I was just explaining that I can set up an account for you. I just need you to sign a few things, and you will have access to the money by the end of the week.” He came over to me with a stack of papers. He pulled out one piece and, handing me a pen, showed me where to sign. After reading it over and signing it, he gave me another set of papers, and I began reading those.

‘So the trust is eight million dollars? I can live off of that for the rest of my life.” I mumble to myself.

“No, dear, eight million is what has been released, and you will have access to it now. The trust is currently a little over thirty–five million dollars.”

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Oh dang… that’s a shock and a half. What else did mommy dearest forget to tell her?