Her Ultimate Inheritance

Watch Your Back Camille.

Camille woke up confused, she was late and that threw her off guard, she kept wondering and questioning how much she had to drink, did she even eat? She had the worst hangover of the century. She crawled out of bed and thank God it was Saturday she didn’t have any meetings to attend to. Saturdays were her favorite days how she wished it was more than twenty four hours, today she would just lay in bed, go horse riding, check up on the cattle and sure as hell avoid touching any alcohol.

“I’m never drinking again in my life, I swore endless times.” The number of times Camille made those promises to quit alcohol after a night of one too many drinks, the world had definitely lost count. No one would keep up with her choices.

Her headache was killing her she needed to fix her famous hangover soup, the bright lights hurt her eyes; darkness would do. Thank God it was all the maids day off including Jacky she hated interacting with people in the house on Saturday no one would be here to see her drag her drunk self to the kitchen.

Camille slept after she took her famous remedy and woke up after one hour feeling reenergized that soup did magic she laughed, it was time to plan her day that had gone to sleep well most of it was already midday she missed the mid-morning horse riding session she had one more slot at 3 pm and she wouldn’t miss that.

She absentmindedly selected Alvin and the chipmunks and decided she would be a kid for the next two hours, everyone needed that once in a while. She was excused to celebrate her childhood.

Timothy O’Brian

He needed to make contact again, the last time he was in communication with his mole was the day Beatrix received the letter that till this day refuses to acknowledge and oblige to. The clock was ticking fast there was no way she was escaping what was coming her way.

His flashback to all the long gone days when he would just cough and everyone would be timid, where did he go wrong? His wife openly lying to him, his daughter openly defiant and his sons good for nothing.

The dark architecture in his study was too dark for his soul he thought, it made him treble, what happened to him he couldn’t help but wonder did he lose his soul to a point of losing his mind for all his wrong doings? This wasn’t a time for his conscious to kick in he hated reality check.

“I only have one mission left before I retire my boots, getting Beatrix home and then I’ll be done with all this life.”

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon the sun was up and the weather was favorable for afternoon walks, he would go explore his estate and marvel at his good job it was the least he would do before dementia fully kicked in, he had not shared the news of this with anyone, his doctors told him he didn’t have much time as he his condition was deteriorating fast.

He had tried getting into study programs of new trial drugs but all the trials he tried signing up for rejected him, the world was closing on him just the when he needed everyone around him he was lonely but he hated pity and one thing he would not let himself do was to pity himself. He was a man.

Quickly pulling himself from the ugly grasps of self-pity he started plotting his evil schemes.

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Camille was done with the horse riding and it was time to admire her cattle, she had worked so hard to get here, her ranch was a whole scenery of just beautiful reminders of why she was doing this. Her daydream kicked in she has always wanted this life.

The river roared at its full glory, it was one of the most beautiful and scenic site on the ranch, it made her feel close to Mother Nature. She liked coming here to clear her mind and enjoy the beautiful nature. She had not been down here for a couple of weeks she was feeling guilty for neglecting he mental wellbeing because the river acted as her most loved and trusted shrink.

She never took her mental wellbeing for granted she knew without a sane mind and calm spirit she would lose all her fortune in a flash, her wellbeing was everything to her.

Thinking of her wellbeing she couldn’t remember the last time she ever took a vacation and she hated herself for a second, she had to take a mini vacation one or two week vacation and she wouldn’t have to wait for the appropriate time because there was never a right time.

She left the site and rushed back to the house to google vacation destinations, she wanted to outdo herself this time, she didn’t want to go anywhere close home she wanted to explore the world she had always wanted to do that with her life someday, she would start with this vacation.

Once she got back in the house she grabbed a water bottle from the refrigerator, she needed that ice cold effect of water in her throat but her phone interrupted her peace.

“Hello Greg, what’s up you missed hanging out with my boring soul?” I asked.

“No and yes” Greg responds.

I couldn’t help but notice the tightness in Greg’s voice.

“Hey old soul, relax, remember everyday may not be good, but there is something good in everyday so cheer up. I am not letting you waste away in sadness, you are my best friend.” I say that cheerfully trying hard to dismiss the serious tone of Greg.

“Why don’t you come over and we can spend the rest of the evening and you can spend the night here your room is almost forgetting you.”

I hear the resign in his voice when he says okay he is coming over in a few.

Great now I have to cook something I had not planned today but anything for Greg.

She didn’t have to wait for long before she saw Greg parking his car in the garage and walking towards the kitchen, she could help but wonder why Greg was so uptight it was so unlike him but she would find out the reason behind the sudden change in no time.

“Hey Greg” she said as she opened the kitchen door for her friend to enter.

“Hey Cami, you look lively and bubbly as always” he said.

Camille did not waste any second in small talk she was quick to jump in to ask why he looked so worried, this is one of the things that she couldn’t handle to watch she hated it every time Greg was worked up about anything it never amounted to anything good so she couldn’t risk looking over it.

Greg tried to cheer up, “why don’t we speak over coffee I know that you have not drunk any coffee today” Camille suggested. She knew he rarely drunk coffee. He had a weird self-discipline policy of drinking coffee on Sunday morning. Who even does that, she wondered but her subconscious was quick to answer her “Greg does” she shrugged and went for the coffee pot.

She set the table with two mugs and sat down to listen to Greg, something was super off with him and her mood was slowly turning sour.

Greg didn’t let Camille start talking once she sat down he studied her face and calmly said “Camille Collins watch your back.”