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I sat opposite five men in suits, they had on smiles and a thick brief case, behind them were a few familliar faces of so called body guards, they stood back straight, aloof but their eyes glittered with recognition; they recognised me, these were my father's men, and to me they were assasins, not guards, meaning these bunch of lawyers came here in secret.
Vivian beside me leaning lazily on her sit, I bet as a body guard she didn't have much to do today cause these ones would cover up; she had a day-off, she still wore black pants and a thick black jacket, I wore a caramel thigh length dress, my thick mane (hair) covered half my forehead and my back, I wasn't wearing pink, but I was sure hard to miss
"Here they are" A blonde man in the middle opened his brief case and pushed it towards me, a bunch of papers were in it, I took them out, some had golden headers, and some really looked like sophisticated parchments, this must be the originals right?
The men explained everything I needed to know and showed me where to sign, I wondered why my father trusted these people when there was a mole inside, and at the tip of my tongue was, why are the inheritance being shifted now, at the bottom of the box, I saw a will, taking the paper and reading through it, I saw a bunch of names were written, even Vivian's but the name I stuck with me was Daniella Waterson, my mother's name, she got alot of things all apart from the company, I felt nostalgic, meanwhile, Vivian was reading the other files, she struck me as a wise old lady
"Vivian, what's the state dome here? it's ownership will be given to you" I whipered softly to her and she took off her eyes from what she was looking at, glancing at the wheel, I looked at her face and oberved her eyes dance, her lips turned up into a small pleased smile
"Something I'm due" she responded as I drop the will back in the box while signing the papers as Vivian dropped them on the table before me
"It's stereotypical to view a will while the writer is dead, how's my father?"
"He is healthy Ms. Ines"
"Well, I am done" I said closing my pen, Vivian and I put all the documents in the box, I couldn't help but take one more glance at the familiar guards, before I got on my feets, Vivian and the rest of the lawyers followed suit, we shook hands and I left with my bestfriend headed for campus
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"Five men in suits, several body guards for files alone"
"You can't even phantom how much moves in that box, a legal transfer of generational wealth" she responded pushing the double doors of the lecture room open, we took our sit in the second row, the hall slowly getting filled by alot more other students, luckily for us the lecturer wasn't around yet and we arrived early
"What's in my head is my coming date with Christian" Lately I had been studying and thinking of him, I watched the interviews daily and I would nearly touch the screen to trace his body shape if Vivian wasn't watching with me, even Vivian would stare at Damien with a smile on Tv, and I could admit we had this thing in common; simping.
After classes we studied, in the evening we licked icecream and gawked at the Tv, at night we made the longest calls in history, in the morning we woke up looking like rats because of a half night of sleep, we proceed to do workouts with Vivian's own being more intense than mine, then we head for school and it continued in a cycle till Sunday, when the finale of the dancers in the colored room were shown, Vivian and I were glorious on our poles and I stood mesmerized with an empty bowl of ice cream watching myself go, the coming week was about to be a very busy one and that's when I start work in the dance auditorium, but this evening was my date with Christian, so I was multi tasking between looking at the Tv and myself in a body-length mirror checking out my outfit
"This should be fine" I said dropping the empty cup I was holding on our bed, I was in a cowl backless liquid gold dress, the satin material it was made off fell weakly around me making me feel soft and etheral, I had on a necklace where the red diamonds where double-sided and one half of it traced down the back of my spine like a spine jewelery, and the other half slept on my neck and its tail ended at the beginning of my cleavage, my make up was soft and my hair was curled in several angles; it was a silk press, my heels were 4 inch and ruby red matching my handbag, jewellery and makeup, my stylist; Vivian.
"Say Viv, when you were in training, were you playing dressup? cause I look like a doll"
"Well you wear the colors I cannot, I'll drop you infront of the restaurant" she said wearing black as usual, joggers and a hoodie with a cap, her purpose was to drop me off and head back home, so she threw on a casual fit.
We walked out of our apartment, and all while as she drove, I was looking at myself with the cars head mirror, especially my lips as the glos glistened, their lines like webs following eachother as I opened my lips and closed it, in no time we were in the restraunt and Vivian dropped me infront and left.