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The short, bald man I know to be my father’s attorney hands me an envelope I have no desire to take it, but I do anyway I won’t read it now Nor will I probably ever read it Nevertheless, I put it in the inside pocket of my suit jacket

“Can we get this over with?” I scoff On a list of things I want to be doing today, this rates right below getting a root canal

“We need to wait for a few ravation kicks at s

Instead, I stride to theand pretend to stare out, studying the two of the

“What’s the point? He had nothing,” I mutter under my breath

The man was broke

“Trent, can you please just have a seat? As soon as your sister and irl cowering in the chair in the corner “Payton, is your sister co?”

She nods

“Who are you?” I ask her, knowing full well this girl is probably itimate sister

Fucking Dad

Literally

Of course, he knocked up so this dead bastard did should surprise me anymore

The fact that, only a fewher out makes me want to vomit

“I-I’m,” she stutters

“My sister?” I lead, fixated on her reflection with an intensity that should worry me

“No Yes Well—”

“It’s not a tough question Either you are, or you’re not” Her large blue eyes stare intoto cry “It’s not hard” When she still doesn’t speak, I poke a little harder “Here’s how this works You open your mouthor even better, bob your head”

“No,” sheit will s her up and save her from me

Spoiler alert: It won’t

“Now that you’ve proven you kno to have a conversation, tell me why you’re here”

“Trent, there is no reason to be hostile to the poor girl I’m sure Mr Baker will inform us”