Violet didn’t even look at me.

At the reception, his daughter Angela approached me with a cold smile.

“You’ve moved quickly,” she said.

“I hope this family is better behaved than it looks,” I replied.

Rick shut her down immediately.

That night, everything changed.

In the bedroom, he told me the truth.

“I’m dying,” he said.

Months. Maybe a year.

I froze.

“Why tell me now?”

“Because my family has been waiting for me to die,” he said. “And I need someone I trust.”

He showed me documents.

Money misused.

Lies.

His children exploiting him.

Then I saw the will.

Part of his company and foundation… would go to me.

I stepped back.