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“I don’t have anything planned. I just want to know what all this is about and leave,” I tell him. He stares at me with wide eyes. Probably thinking I’m cold, but I don’t care. Nobody understands the hell I went through in John’s hands or how he turned my life upside down.
“You’re sure about that?” He asks, and I nod in response.
“Yes, I am,” I reply, wondering why he is giving me an odd look.
“There is indeed a lot you need to know about Mr. Landon’s financial state,” he says.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m here.” I don’t mean to be cold, but this man has been almost non-existent in my life for years. It’s pointless trying to feign a connection that doesn’t exist between us just because I’m his supposed heiress. If he had another choice, he would have given it all to someone else. That’s how much certain I am that he hates me.
The elevator stops, and Mr. Donald steps out. I Immediately follow him until we reach a hallway.
“Please, come with me,” he says, and I do as he says. Everywhere screams money. There is no doubt that this firm has the wealthiest lawyers. I force myself not to gape at my surrounding as I follow John’s lawyer. We stop in front of a door, and I watch him bring out a card from his pocket and swipe it through the card reader.
“Please, have a seat,” he says, pointing at one of the chairs across his desk.
“Thank you,” I say as he takes his seat.
I watch him draw out a file and open it.
“This is the document,” he says as he passes it to me.
I stare at the open document; most of the things written aren’t clear to me. It’s filled with legal jargon, and I’d prefer not to go through the headache of figuring out what it means. He must have seen the confusion on my face because he says,
“Do you need me to explain the content?”
“Yes, please,” I tell him with a shy smile.
“This document states that all Mr. Landon had will be transferred to you after you append your signature. It means you get his credit or his debt,” he says, and I freeze.
“Debt?” I ask.
“Don’t look like that. Unfortunately, Mr. Landon had a bad financial record, leading to a lot of debt. Fortunately, we were able to work something out to cover his debt which was to sell the house. So you don’t have to worry about debts,” Mr. Donald says, and I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“That sounds fair enough,” I reply as color returns to my face. I don’t care about any of that anyways.
“Good. Now, we have to find a buyer so you can transfer the property to the new person,” he says and, I shrug.
“That’s good. So, how do you intend to find a buyer?” I ask him.
“Well, Mr. Landon has stipulated that you have to maintain the property for six months before you can sell it off. It means you can rent it out but can’t sell it before six months,” he says, and I gape at him.
“Why would he do that? Isn’t he supposed to be concerned about selling off the property fast,” I ask him?
“The thing is, he understood, the house would need some alterations to make it more marketable. We need a target to be able to pay the debt. He has death insurance to sort that out, but it won’t be released until a few weeks. That’s about everything contained in the document. If you want to take it and go through it, that’s fine,” he says.
“No, I’ll just get this done with. I can’t stay a few weeks like you’re suggesting. I need to get back to New York,” I tell him.
“I understand. You can leave and return once the insurance is ready,” he says.
“I can’t just travel like that because of what? Because of him?” I say in dismay.
“I’m sorry, it’s all procedures. I know it won’t be convenient, but I can help you speed things up for three to four weeks. Once you get the money from the insurance, I can handle the rest from there. I’ll pay some of his debt, renovate the house with the rest, sell it off and clear the remaining debt,” he says.
“You’re saying I have to stay an extra three to four weeks. This isn’t part of my plans,” I tell him.
“I’m sorry, but that’s the best I can do. I’ll advise you to stay around in case your attention is needed. Once we finish the insurance, you can leave Sausalito,” he says. He makes it sound easy, but I know better. What will I be doing for the next three to four weeks? Besides, I didn’t plan to stay this long.
“Okay, I don’t have much choice here, but please make it three weeks. I need to be out of here,”I request.
