The Love Of Money - Episode 119
28-07-25 (14:40)
Helen nodded again, taking a deep breath before
continuing, "That's not all. Marcus, Colin Jr. also had two
children by his wife."
I didn't bother saying it that time. I ran my fingers
through my hair and started pacing. In the space of a
single conversation, the size of my family had doubled.
I wasn't sure how to feel. How was someone supposed
to mourn the death of someone you weren't even
aware of when they died? What about the rest of the
family? Did they know all this? Were they even aware
that my grandfather was dead? Did they care? Why
hadn't I seen them? Did they even know I existed?
"I see the look on your face," Helen said. "Don't get
your hopes up. From what I understand, they absolutely
despise you."
That stopped me in my tracks. I turned to look at Helen.
"What? Why?"
"Because you inherited everything."
"But why?"
"I don't know," Helen sald, standing up from the couch.
"I don't know the details, but Colin thought his children
were all spoiled brats, and his grandchildren were just
as bad. He hated them. He cut everyone off a year
ago."
"Because he was such a man of character," I quipped.
"Good men rarely build empires, boss," Erin said.
"He could be a hell of a bastard," Chloe said.
"How much of this did you know?" I asked Chloe
"Nothing," she admitted. "I came on less than a year
ago, so all the family drama was over. I always found
it strange that he never met with family or anything"
What did that mean? Were they all rotten apples from
the same rotten tree, or did the hatred of a bad man
mean they were the virtuous ones?
"Holy shit, this is a lot," I said, pausing from my pacing. I
turned to look at Helen again. "He just gave it all to a
grandson he didn't know? What the fuck? Why?"
"That," Helen said, "is the billion-dollar question."
Helen and I held each other's gaze for what felt like a
full minute as I thought over everything she told me.
For once, I didn't get the sense she was withholding
anything or trying to subtly influence me. All I felt was
open honesty.
Minutes passed in silence as the three women watched
me with pensive stares. Finally, Erin spoke up, "Marcus?
Are you okay?"
"Yeah. It's just a lot," I said.
I mulled over all this new information, suddenly feeling
a heavy weight on my shoulders. Without Colin Gerrard
at the helm, there were power vacuums that left room
for a lot of people to take advantage of a tenuous
situation. What could I do about it? Until nearly two
weeks ago, I was just a simple financial analyst.
"Will World War III start tomorrow because of all this?"
Helen chuckled at my question. "No. There's enough
contention over Maddox that the board won't be able to
muster the votes to make her CEO tomorrow or
anything, especially since you have the largest shares
out of anyone."
That was good to know. After two weeks of being a
billionaire, I was tired as hell. All I wanted to do was
get away for a few days, unwind, and collect myself.
"Good. We have a meeting with Chandler and that Pl
later. Maybe we can get Chandler to keep the hounds
at bay while we get the PI to get me more information.
"What kind of information are you looking for?" Helen
asked.
"I don't know," I admitted. "The PI said he has some
good info about my apartment. That has to be related
to the guy I met in the bathroom earlier, and that has
to have some connection to my grandpa's death. All we
can do is wait and see what he has to say, then,
maybe we'll have a better idea of how to move
forward."
In the meantime, I'm skipping town while I'm still
standing," I said, glancing at Erin, who smiled,
seemingly pleased with my decision.
"Okay," I finally said, "if you think it's really that
important for safety, I guess I'll buy it."
"Buy it?" Helen asked.
"The plane," I clarified.
Helen smiled at me. "That's Good. We can start the
paperwork now. I don't think it'll be ready until
tomorrow, though."
"That's fine," I said, feeling good about my decision
despite the heavy shit I'd just learned about my uncle
murdering my father and my family hating me.
"Where are we going?" Chloe asked.
"Vegas. I've never been and hear it's a good place to
spend money."
"Well, hold on," Erin said, walking toward me. "I told
Sam you needed the full experience before making
your decision." Reaching me, she placed her hands on
my chest and shoved me hard. Not expecting it, I
stumbled back until my legs hit the couch and dropped
firmly back on it. Erin hiked her skirt around her waist,
exposing her completely shaven pussy to all three of us.
She straddled my lap and reached up to unfasten the
buttons of her shirt as she settled her near-negligible
weight on me.
"Hours in the air," she said, her voice suddenly low and
soft. "What do you think you'll do to pass the time?"
"That's my cue," Chloe said. I glanced over at her as she
turned to go, but not before noticing her dark eyes
checking out my assistant's cute rear end. She shut the
door behind her, leaving me alone with the other two
women.
Erin placed her fingers on my jaw and guided my gaze
back to her; she'd fully unbuttoned her shirt so I could
see the lacy, dark red bra underneath. It was a good
color on her golden complexion.
"Give it time," she said in a hushed tone. "We'll get her."
"I'm not sure what you're talking about," I whispered
back, unable to stop myself from smiling at Erin's evil
implications.
"Of course you don't," Erin said. Helen stepped behind
her and slid her hands down the younger woman's
chest, fingers invading the moderate cleavage her small
breasts afforded her. They then traveled back up,
caught the edges of Erin's shirt, and slipped them off
her shoulders, leaving her chest bare save the little red
bra. Helen bent down and kissed along Erin's trapezius
muscle and up the side of her neck, her blue eyes
watching me.
Erin's fingers drifted along my face, tracing light
patterns on my cheek. She ran her slender thumb over
my lips. "You're telling me you haven't noticed the way
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