"Sister, I don't need it, it's yours."
Nancy Miller shook her head. She loved art, loved dance, and had no interest in business matters, nor the mindset for it.
She hoped that dance would accompany her throughout her future life, to live the life she loved, not engage in the deception and treachery of the workplace.
What she wanted was to shine in dance, not to engage in the schemes and intrigues of the business world.
"This is something you should have."
Holly Sawyer shook her head and gently patted Nancy Miller's hand.
She didn't want it, nor did she need it. Besides, she was too lazy to manage such things, too lazy to run it.
"You can find someone to manage it. What's yours is yours."
Holly Sawyer could tell Nancy Miller wasn't interested in this. She spoke slowly.
"It's not mine."
Nancy Miller shook her head.
It should be Holly's, after all, it was left by Holly's grandfather, so it wasn't hers.
"Your sister is giving it to you."
Holly Sawyer smiled and spoke slowly.
