Perplexia
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Sitting across from the old silver haired lawyer she listened as he went down the list of things she would inherit. Her grandmother had a large fortune that she'd been stashing away over the years. Her instructions were simple. Every Friday take a minimum of twenty dollars from the account and go to the casino Mulo. No other casino except this one, and never less then twenty dollars.
Raven brushed her long black hair from her face. Her green eyes stared up at the lawyer as if he was insane. "seriously?" she questioned in disbelief. Her grandmother had always been avidly against gambling.
The lawyer nodded and continued with the will "in addition you must stay a minimum of three hours never arriving before eight pm. You will bring two receipts from the casino, one showing when you checked in and one showing when you checked out. Also cashing out will count as a receipt if you get lucky."
"This is insane" she advised finally her voice coming firmly out of her small pink lips. "what if I refuse?" "if you refuse" he advised "or fail to adhere to the guidelines then you forfit your entire inheritance including the manor." The manor had been in her family since they moved to Nevada hundreds of years ago. Despite their fortune in owning a great deal of land and construction companies. She had never heard of them stepping foot in a casino.
So why now? "ok" she advised hoping that her grandmother was of sound mind when she wrote this, and that there was some purpose she would eventually discover. Picking up her purse she shook his hand taking the thick envelope with her. This would be the first time she was in the manor in a few years. It was where she grew up, where her father had grown up his father and so on. Now she was the last. No aunts or uncles that she knew of, no siblings or cousins.
Starting her blue Jetta she cranked up the air-conditioning and hummed along with the radio as she drove. Pulling up to the large cast iron gate she entered her code. Her grandmother had left everything on the grounds the way she had remembered it upon arriving there at the age of five. Her parents had been killed in a car accident. But her grandparents took her with open arms and raised her as their own.
When she was fifteen her grandfather had passed. It ripped her into a million pieces. Now her grandmother had left to join him.
Pulling up to the front of the house the pebble drive hopped under her tires clinking under it's aluminum frame.
The door opened and the traditionally dressed staff filed through its arcs greeting her back home.
As she walked up the steps she nodded to those she remembered and the newer ones as well. The paper had once referred to her as the princess of the desert It caused her childhood to be less then perfect. Kids can be cruel when jealousy prevails. Keeping her nose buried in a book, she used her brains and got her first college pick of Harvard.
Her next step would have been her MBA in business. But instead she had to postpone it.
Placing the envelope on the desk in the study she made her way up the long winding staircase to her old room. Her fingers traced over the pictures she had lining her walls. They were her memories of her life. Now where was her life to go.
Laying down on her canopy bed she buried her head in her bear that her grandfather had given her. Tears fell from her eyes silently as her emotions came to head. She could leave it all behind. Make her life on her own. All she had to do was fail her grandmothers request. Then she would simply be Raven St. John.
Raven brushed her long black hair from her face. Her green eyes stared up at the lawyer as if he was insane. "seriously?" she questioned in disbelief. Her grandmother had always been avidly against gambling.
The lawyer nodded and continued with the will "in addition you must stay a minimum of three hours never arriving before eight pm. You will bring two receipts from the casino, one showing when you checked in and one showing when you checked out. Also cashing out will count as a receipt if you get lucky."
"This is insane" she advised finally her voice coming firmly out of her small pink lips. "what if I refuse?" "if you refuse" he advised "or fail to adhere to the guidelines then you forfit your entire inheritance including the manor." The manor had been in her family since they moved to Nevada hundreds of years ago. Despite their fortune in owning a great deal of land and construction companies. She had never heard of them stepping foot in a casino.
So why now? "ok" she advised hoping that her grandmother was of sound mind when she wrote this, and that there was some purpose she would eventually discover. Picking up her purse she shook his hand taking the thick envelope with her. This would be the first time she was in the manor in a few years. It was where she grew up, where her father had grown up his father and so on. Now she was the last. No aunts or uncles that she knew of, no siblings or cousins.
Starting her blue Jetta she cranked up the air-conditioning and hummed along with the radio as she drove. Pulling up to the large cast iron gate she entered her code. Her grandmother had left everything on the grounds the way she had remembered it upon arriving there at the age of five. Her parents had been killed in a car accident. But her grandparents took her with open arms and raised her as their own.
When she was fifteen her grandfather had passed. It ripped her into a million pieces. Now her grandmother had left to join him.
Pulling up to the front of the house the pebble drive hopped under her tires clinking under it's aluminum frame.
The door opened and the traditionally dressed staff filed through its arcs greeting her back home.
As she walked up the steps she nodded to those she remembered and the newer ones as well. The paper had once referred to her as the princess of the desert It caused her childhood to be less then perfect. Kids can be cruel when jealousy prevails. Keeping her nose buried in a book, she used her brains and got her first college pick of Harvard.
Her next step would have been her MBA in business. But instead she had to postpone it.
Placing the envelope on the desk in the study she made her way up the long winding staircase to her old room. Her fingers traced over the pictures she had lining her walls. They were her memories of her life. Now where was her life to go.
Laying down on her canopy bed she buried her head in her bear that her grandfather had given her. Tears fell from her eyes silently as her emotions came to head. She could leave it all behind. Make her life on her own. All she had to do was fail her grandmothers request. Then she would simply be Raven St. John.