Her Ultimate Inheritance

Life Must Go On

I woke up all fresh forgetting everything that happened that day, the afternoon nap really did heal my soul. I had a whole business to figure out and that was the only thing that mattered to me at this time and fully decided my father would not distract me.

Normally I would unwind at 5 PM but considering I had slept the whole afternoon I had some things to handle before I call it a day. I quickly took my files and headed to my bed. Yes I would work from my bed nobody could stop me.

I focused all my energy to my work, I had a lot to learn if I really wanted my liquor distillery business to kick off. I was ambitious I didn’t want to start with just one type I wanted to try my two favorite beverages, maybe after I was done with them I would consider expanding overseas to either Kenya or Ethiopia and start coffee farming and have my own coffee. I had the money so why not? But that was a story for another day I had to figure out how I would strike a business deal with the stubborn grape farmer, I just needed Mr. Kane to provide me with grapes for two years before mine matured up.

I loathed that egocentric man he was proving to be difficult every single day, but he didn’t know what he was up against, Camille Collins the iron lady that never takes a No for an answer when it came to business. I had to figure out what he really needed.

A quick call to my faithful investigator was all I needed before my lawyers started the contract writing. I was honestly ready to start looking for other grapes suppliers but Kane’s grapes were the best anyone would find in Oklahoma. I had no options but to deal with him.

Two beeps and my faithful investigator Greg picked up his phone, with quick formalities I dived into the case I needed investigated.

Greg, it’s about Kane, he is proving to be a pain in the butt and if he goes on derailing me I’m afraid that the wine business might not take place and I don’t need that I need it to start on the same day as the whiskey enterprise. Greg understood me perfectly I left with him from Canada, he had been my right hand man since then. I trusted him with my life and business.

“What do you need me to find out Cami?” Greg asked. I need to know everything Greg, I need to find out where he sleeps, who he talks too, who is funding him basically everything, I need to know his next move before he knows them. I need to be like his ghost personal assistant. He can’t have all that power. I believe that there is someone calling the shots and I need to know who the hell that is.

You sound determined Greg commented, I felt some irritation grow on me, of course Greg I am focused I snapped. I didn’t mean to but I had to. I hated when Greg did that. But I knew he was the best I would ever have and rely on to get the job done.

Greg I need that job as soon as possible, I stressed. He just said okay and disconnected the call. I needed some music and whiskey to fully start my evening, I had to prepare for my busy next day, I had three meetings and two of them required me to physically show up at my company.

Some country music to feel my ears, I would have a mini solo karaoke. I loved having those they made me happy I didn’t care that my voice was not the smoothest of all but hey it was my me time and whiskey always made me forget how my voice was croaky.

It was 7 pm time for my dinner, Jacky came to call me, and we always catch up during dinner. I would never miss dinner when I am in the house. She had prepared my favorite dish shrimps and roasted potatoes. We talked for a while and settled for a Netflix movie to end the night.

Timothy O’Brian

I made a quick call to my contact in Oklahoma to know if Beatrix had received my letter I have everything lined up because I knew my daughter’s stubborn spirit was imbedded deep down her soul, she was a mini me. But she had to follow my instructions this time I didn’t have the patience for her defiance anymore. I was sick of it.

My contact was someone in her circle, she would never know what hit her. This game would be played the way she wants to. My contact informed me that the letter was delivered with no hitch and no steps that have been taken by her to react to my letter.

I hated it because Beatrix was sidelining me from knowing her next move. Her behavior was making me derail from my plans of getting her back in Canada, screw her businesses what would come out from a ranch owner? She needed to come back home and start a home I didn’t want her to find some American boy and bring him home I couldn’t bear the thought of that in my heart. That would kill me.

It had been ten years since she left because of a simple fight and what angers me more is that my brother Kemi was there supporting her, the world is so much better that he was gone from the face of the earth I blame him for my daughter’s stubborn soul. I was not sad that he had died, he gave my daughter the capital to start her business and new life and the fact that he helped her change her name to some despicable name.

I am disgusted by the name and she chose to pick her mother’s family name as her name Camille Collins. My fist are clenched she will always be Beatrix O’Brian, the name her grandfather gave her. It is the family’s tradition. No one would run away from tradition not even Beatrix. The illusion of my ten year silence shouldn’t mean that she was finally able to run away from me or her family.

I know she kept contact with her mother no matter how hard her mother denies it I had intercepted five calls since last year, I believe they have been in communication and yet this woman I call my wife finds the courage to lie to me. She should be ashamed of herself but I’ll let her go on thinking I know nothing, I’ll play by her game rules only I, Timothy O’Brian knows what is in store for her, she will beg me to kill her after I’m done with her.

Nobody messes with me and goes unpunished.

I decide that I would gladly deal with her and her daughter if Beatrix didn’t heed my two week summon. I place my glass down I needed a refill of some vodka but I needed to have dinner first before drinking and calling Beatrix again its only 9 Pm in Canada meaning she is just one hour behind I needed to piss her off by just calling and disconnecting the line before she answered. Even with my advanced age I was still the king of petty.

The dinner table is quiet as usual, my wife can’t stand sharing a meal with me, my three useless grown sons are nothing more than drunkards and smokers that cannot manage a freaking business, I am still head of my companies none of them knows how to even work but they are pretty good in spending all my money and living in my house with their good for nothing wives who only know how to produce grandkids one after the other. I have 6 grandkids and as much as I love them I can’t stand the fact their parents are useless as heroin addicts. At least I would try raise them better than I raised my bastards.

I quickly eat my dinner and go back to my study to have some more vodka to calm my nerves before I can even settle down my phone goes off ringing nonstop.