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Edward
I was literallyon a fucking cloud! I couldn’t believe it! Nonno had come through for me in the end! I had earned his trust enough for him to leave me every last fucking dime he had. At last I was a 30-year-old billionaire in my own right with no strings attached. I guess the old saying was true; Money and power were the ultimate aphrodisiacs. It was all I could do to keep my dick from jumping out of my pants and cheering. What an awesome morning! I had thought Julia would have been happier for me though. She just sat there staring into space like a zombie.
Having signed the last piece of paper in the leather folder, I automatically thought the meeting was finished. Julia and a couple of others had already gathered up their things and were milling impatiently toward the door. But then surprisingly Raymond Bidwell asked everyone to kindly take a seat at the table once again.
What the fuck is going on now?
He set the leather folder aside and pulled a narrow metal box out of his briefcase. It appeared to be a steel strong box – the type people keep at banks. It had a handle and a combination lock on it. Bidwell typed something into his laptop and then referred to the screen several times while turning the dial to the lock. He was accessing the combination from an online file. He turned the lock three times to the right, two times to the left and one time to the right again before the top sprung open. My curiosity was getting the best of me. I looked across the table at Julia. She was sitting on the edge of her seat and chewing on her thumbnail. Why was she so nervous?
Everyone at the conference table had their eyes glued to Bidwell’s every move. He reached into the box and removed a folded piece of paper. As he opened it, he pushed his eyeglasses up onto the bridge of his nose with his index finger and quickly examined the document in his hand. His expression was blank and gave no clue as to the content of it.
“Edward it appears your grandfather left a codicil to his will. In laymen’s terms that means an amendment to his original will. He made the change quite recently too… Just six months ago. Had he mentioned anything about it to you at all?”
“No he never mentioned any details of his will to me. When you say ‘change’, what do you mean exactly? Did he or did he not leave his entire fortune to me?”
“He did indeed! Every penny is yours. But his codicil adds two highly unusual stipulations. In fact, I can’t remember ever encountering anything quite like this……..”
“Well what the fuck is it for Christ’s sake?”
“According to your grandfather’s wishes, there are two conditions to your inheritance. The first condition is that you must be married by…..…Halloween.”
I immediately hopped up out of my chair and slammed the palms of my hands on the highly polished wooden table.
“Married?! Married?! But I don’t want to be married! That’s absurd! Is that even fucking legal for him to require something ludicrous like that? And by Halloween? Why Halloween?”
“Yes I’m afraid it is legal. Halloween was your grandfather’s birthday remember? Plus it’s a holiday known for playing tricks and scaring people. Given the circumstances, it seems like an appropriate deadline to me.”
“That crazy fucking old man! I’d kill him if he wasn’t already dead! Where the hell am I supposed to get a wife? From a Sicilian mail-order bride catalog?”
“That’s just the first condition. There’s still one more……..”
“Well it surely can’t be any more preposterous than the first one! What is it?”
“Edward your wife also needs to be pregnant by that same deadline – October 31rst.”
I was completely stunned. Like somebody just hit me in the side of the head with a two-by-four board. Was I dreaming? This had to be a nightmare. The whole thing was just too unbelievable!
I lunged across the table at Raymond Bidwell and snatched the document out of his bony fingers. I had to read it for myself. Why would my own Nonno fuck me over like this? Was this his idea of a joke? If it was, then he was one twisted sick fuck.
There it was in black and white. Every word of it was just as Bidwell said. I read my grandfather’s codicil over and over. How could he do this to me? Why would he do this to me? Obviously that old shit-head still wanted to control me……..from his grave!
