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One Saturday when we were all home. Two men knocked at the door. Uncle Ken went to open the door and the men came in. They were in suits and ties along with their briefcases. There weren't from our place for sure. There were surely from the cities.
"Can I help you, gentlemen?" Uncle Ken asked.
"Uh yes, sir. I am Victor Ian and this is my colleague, Jason Drummond." one of the men said.
"I am the lawyer of the late Paul Wesley." Mr Jason said.
"Oh, welcome. Pleas,e you should both take a seat." Uncle Ken said and they did.
We all sat in the living room, waiting to hear what they had to say.
"We got news that he'd been..." Mr Victor was unable to finish his sentence.
"Yes." Uncle Ken replied quickly.
"Horrible. Well, um, I am or was his personal assistant back in Los Angeles."
"Oh, yes. I remember." Uncle ken said.
"Assistant?" Aunt Christina asked confused.
"Yes, ma'am. The late Mr Wesley has a company, owning a large and successful dairy products industry in los Angeles."
"What???" she was shocked. I was surprised. I'd never known what this company was about.
"Christina allow the men to speak." Uncle Ken cut in. He'd never told his wife. No one in our town or around knew about my dad's company apart from uncle Ken and I.
"We're here to read his will." the lawyer said.
"Go ahead."
The lawyer did.
"Mr Wesley gives a majority of his possessions to his son, Sheridan Wesley. Is he here?"
"Yes." my uncle pointed at me. I noticed aunt Christina gave me an ugly stare. I ignored her.
"Okay. He gives a totality of his company, industry, his four cars, his mansion back in LA and his share of another company in which he invested."
I was more than shocked. My dad had all that?? Aunt Christina's mouth had dropped open.
"Secondly, he left a totality of his ranch and two of his other cars to you sir and your family." the lawyer ended, referring to uncle Ken. I was happy dad had left something for him.
"Okay, sir."
"Sheridan?" the lawyer called.
"Y– yes, sir."
"You are still too young to touch this fortune. You can only do so once you are twenty two as per your father's will. When he presumed you would be old enough and mature enough to take the right decisions and manage all the property."
"Um, okay."
He took out some documents from his bag.
"A trusted adult should be the guardian of this fortune until you are twenty two. Who do you wish should take care of it?"
"Uncle Ken." I said without hesitating.
"Okay. Sign." he gave me the documents and I signed. Then Uncle ken signed.
"Fine. I think that'll be all." Mr Victor said,"We'll be going. The co-manager would be in charge of the company unless your uncle Ken wants to handle it?"
"No, let the co manager do so until Sheridan's big enough. I don't know how to mange a company."
"Okay, sir. As you wish. Goodbye. Keep the documents for proof. They belong to Sheridan."
"Of course."
And with that, he accompanied them out of the house. I noticed aunt Christina once again. She had a satisfied and thoughtful look on. I wondered why. I didn't like her and I had a very bad feeling.