ʀɪᴄʜ ʙᴏʏ ⋆ Jacob Thrombey

⋆𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀⋆

So, apparently the house they were standing in that very moment- wasn't exactly theirs anymore. Y/N didn't feel too affected by that but she could imagine how frustrating it must have been for the Thrombey's who had been going to that house their entire lives. She was mainly just freaking out over the fact that Harlan had left no money- not a single red dime- to Y/N... or to anyone else. Not that the rest of the Thrombey's knew, of course, but Y/N definitely had the biggest problem out of them all. How the hell was she going to pay for school?

Linda turned around and pointed her finger at poor Martha, who was standing by the door. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a large van about to end its life. Maybe that was what Linda was going to do, she looked pretty mad. "You little bitch. Did you know aboutthis? What did you do to him to makethis happen, were you two what wereyou boinking my father?"

"Boinking? Enough with the old-people slang, please." Y/N thought and rolled her eyes, although she was, admittedly, quite amused by Linda's choice of language. But as she looked around the room, she soon realised that she was pretty much, the only person amused by it. 

"Linda!"

"Okay, okay, let's just all calm down, shall we?" Walt tried to speak over the over-lapping shouts throughout the room. Y//N was really the only one who wasn't shouting at everyone, in fact she-

"You had sex with my grandpa, you dirty anchor baby!" Jacob hurled at Marta, Y/N grabbed him on the arm.

"Jacob! Enough with the slurs, you alt-right asshole!" Y/N responded to Jacob's comments. She could understand the frustration with the whole situation  but Jacob was always taking things to a below-the-belt level. Not even in a good way-

"She was having sex with my grandpa, Y/N!" Jacob shouted, although his comments weren't too audible over the sound of everyone else's shouts and screams.

"No, you don't know that!" Y/N told him and turned to look at the door, to see the whole family pilling out into the hallway. Were these guys really all chasing after Marta? Y/N sighed as she watched Jacob rush after the rest of the family, joining in on the interrogation of Marta. 

She looked at them all pile out of the room and shook her head, deciding not to join them all on their little Marta-hunt. So, instead, she sat down on the chair that Donna had been sitting on only moment ago. She groaned softly and leaned against the back of the chair. The attorney and his assistant were cleaning up the papers from the desk and Y/N just silently watched.

Once again, as the same thing as earlier on that day, she noticed the attorney and assistant giving her strange looks and then giving looks of acknowledgement to each other. Y/N sighed softly, rolling her eyes at them. "Yeah, I know I'm not a family member and so I don't have to be here- but I'm friends with them all. That okay with you?" She asked rhetorically, not wanting an answer. 

Alan's eyes widened and he shook his head, as if she was wrong. "What? Oh no, no, that's fine. That's not what we were on about at all, we were just-" Alan stopped talking as his assistant nudged him in the ribs to get him to stop talking. Y/N nodded a little.

She couldn't believe that Harlan hadn't left anyone any money at all. It was ridiculous, the fact that the older members of the family had been given a huge chuck of money over the years, yet the younger ones like Meg and Jacob wouldn't be having anything to help them into adulthood was crazy. Y/N knew that Harlan didn't really owe her anything because they didn't know each other that well or anything, but she did think that she might be left a little something. She'd have been happy with just a few grand to pay for her last few semesters at school before she graduated. But no.

"I just can't believe he left them nothing. After all of the money he had in the bank, he gave it all to Marta. I mean, how much did this guy have?" Y/N spoke aloud, really just ranting about the situation more than anything else. It was mad. 

Alan nodded and shrugged a little, "Well, it was his dying wish, I suppose. But.. wow, I mean, Harlan was worth at least 75 million."

"75 million?" Y/N repeated, checking for clarification. Somehow, from that single sentence, everything was thrown further from sense. Sure, before, she just thought Harlan was a crazy old man who'd left his nurse all of the money. But then... then something didn't add up.

She thought back to when he was reading the will only minutes before. 

"The assets of the will include- the house, sixty million in various cash accounts and investments..."

Sixty-million? Sixty? But Alan had just said he was worth at least seventy-five-million? Where did that fifteen-million go?

Y/N squinted at the man in front of her and her confusion only grew further when she saw that Alan had a look on his face. A look that said, 'oops'.  His assistant was giving him a cold glare and Y/N thought that they would have a lot to talk about later on. 

As she continued to think, the door slammed open, making her jump. She turned around and saw Jacob barging into the room and looking at Y/N, face filled with fury. "Come on, Y/N. We're getting out of this shit-hole." He said as Y/N got out of her seat and stood up, walking over to Jacob.

Jacob put his arm on her shoulder and before she left the room with him, she could have swore that she saw Jacob flipping-off the attorney and his assistant. 

"Assholes." He muttered. 

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