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It’s not part of the stipulations. I just added that bit. But it works. I’m nothing if not flexible when it benefits me.
“You never, at any point, said that,” she points out, crossing the room until she lands right in front of me.
“But it was implied.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“Very well. I guess we have nothing more to discuss. I’ll have your belongings dropped off . . . where?” I smile at her. “Your sister’s place?”
Her eyes are huge.
“No.”
Interesting again.
Clearly bad blood between the two. First the will reading, now this.
“Then where? Your friend’s place is the size of my closet. I saw the inside.” I didn’t. “It doesn’t have enough storage…” I arch a brow, amping up the faux concern, laying it on her thick. “Would you like me to donate it? Sell it? Maybe it will get you enough for your first month’s rent. Not enough for tuition, though. Such a damn shame.”
“Fine, do whatever you want.” She throws her hands in the air, face turning pink from her anger. “Go through whatever you want. I have nothing to hide. And if you think you will find something . . . Oh, well. You’ll be S-O-L.”
“S-O-L.”
“Shit outta luck.”
“I know what it means. I’m just shocked those abbreviations are being used by you.”
“Why?”
“Because you are above the age of fourteen, Payton.”
“Is there an age limit for a good abbreviation?”
The anger simmers beneath her words, but I have to respect her. She’s trying really hard not to let it out. The desire to taunt her, to unleash the fury she’s holding back, is tempting.
“Yes.”
“And what, pray tell, is that age?”
“Any age above high school. Actually, make it junior high. Regardless. This whole conversation is ridiculous. Yes. You agree to periodic searches. Now, let’s move on to what I have to tell you. As part of my evaluation to see if I deem you fit to inherit my father’s fortune, I need you to prove you are a good person.”
“Pot, meet kettle.”
I raise my brow. “Do you have something you would like to add?”
“Nope. There is something I’d like to deduct—myself. From this situation.”
“Very well. Let’s move on.” I rapid-fire, tossing the notebook behind me, “Volunteer work. Tomorrow. After dinner. We’ll be going together to start this new adventure.”
“Where are we going?”
I lean against her bedpost. “Again, you’ll find out tomorrow.”
“Vague much?” she spits out.
“It’s more fun that way. I enjoy watching you squirm.”
She steps past me and walks farther into the room. “Basically, you want to keep everything as vague as possible to drive me crazy. I’m so happy I can serve as your source of amusement. It’s an honor, sir.”
