ʀɪᴄʜ ʙᴏʏ ⋆ Jacob Thrombey

⋆𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇-𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔⋆

Y/N walked into the office hesitantly, overwhelmed by the sheer excitement on Alan's face. It was closing time for the office, he'd probably had a long day and she was somewhat expecting him to turn her away almost immediately. But he hadn't done that. Instead he'd welcomed her in with open arms and had already started to boil the small silvery kettle in his office.

"Take a seat, take a seat." He told her, so she did. She sat down on one of the cushioned chairs in front of his desk. They had the same sort of pattern as Harlan's dining room chairs had before they'd re-decorated a couple of months prior to his death. She guessed Harlan had let Alan keep a couple of the chairs for his office. After all, they were definitely fancy enough. 

Alan was fumbling around between two tasks, as far as Y/N could tell. The first was making two cups of teas and filling up a tea tray complete with sugar cubes and a fancy little pot filled with milk. The second task, was gathering together some sheets of paper from the top shelf in his cupboard- one of his many cupboards. "Need any help?" Y/N asked and he answered her question silently and with a dismissive wave. 

A few minutes later, Alan sat down opposite her with the tea tray between them both. He poured freshly steeped tea into the two dainty glasses, "Do you take sugar?" He asked. For the sake of saving time, she just shook her head- knowing she probably wouldn't end up drinking the tea anyway. She just wanted to know what to do and to find out why he was so excited to see her. 

Alan looked at her and smiled, picking up a few sheets of paper and handing them over to Y/N. "Before I say anything, take a look at these. What do you think?" Y/N took the papers and looked down at them, simply scanning over the typed up documents. And there it was, the sum of money she knew had been missing right from the start. Fifteen-million dollars. 

Fifteen-million dollars.

A lump caught in the girls throat and she coughed to clear it as she saw her name written at the top of the document. "Well, that's the amount I knew was missing. And that... that's my name." She spoke aloud, turning the sheets of paper over to see if there were any other names on the paper. But there weren't. It was just her name, only hers.

"Quite right." Alan chuckled and sat back in his seat. "Harlan always did like a plot-twist. Of course, you already guessed it, didn't you? You guessed that there was more money than there was written in the part of the will I read out." He smiled as he put down the cup of tea he was sipping from. 

Y/N wasn't entirely sure of what she was meant to say, there were too many questions to count. "Why wasn't this mentioned in the will? This fifteen-million?" She asked, too shocked by the crazy amount of money written on the paper.

"Harlan's final plan to fix wrongs. You know he cut off the whole of his family, taking back the money he regretted giving them." He spoke and Y/N nodded. Yes, she remembered that vividly, she remembered the shouts and screams. "Well, another thing he thought was wrong... was the Thrombey's not knowing a single true thing about you."

So, this was Harlan's plan all along? He wanted everything in her life to fall apart? He wanted Jacob to hate her? He wanted her to stop going to her school?

"And now they know. Don't they?" Alan smiled softly and took another sip from his tea. "So the wrong has been put right. He wanted you to have this, this sum of money when- and only when- you'd come clean."

Y/N shook her head, the whole thing not sitting quite right with her. "Well, I haven't really come clean. Not voluntarily. They found out by accident." She looked at Alan and put the sheets of paper back down on the table. "And how could Harlan know that I wouldn't just take this money and then run away and never speak to the Thrombey's ever again, anyway?"

Alan laughed, "Oh, but you're not going to do that, are you? Harlan knew you had a better heart than that." Alan smiled and pulled out a pen, taking the sheets of paper from Y/N and beginning to fill out a form. "When the truth has come out, Harlan said that this sum of money should be transferred directly into your bank account with immediate effect. No waiting. Nothing."

Y/N looked down at the table, this happening all too quickly for her to manage. Fifteen-million was a lot of money. She wanted it, she wanted it badly. Wouldn't anyone? But she felt guilty. She didn't deserve this money. She had lied for months!

She'd done nothing but lie to everyone. Even Harlan! And she hadn't even truly come clean. Sure, the Thrombey's all knew but she hadn't told them out of a pure guilty conscience. They'd all found out by mistake and she'd have done anything to be able to keep lying.

"What if I refused the money? What would happen then?"

Alan paused and looked up at Y/N, squinting. "You're planning on refusing it?"

Y/N ignored him, not sure of what she wanted to do yet. "What would happen?" She asked.

"Well that rarely happens. I suppose the asset would be re-distributed, although you'd have no say over who it went to. You might not agree with who it went to."

And then it clicked. She couldn't take this money. She couldn't. But she couldn't leave it to the bank to decide who it went to. That wasn't what Harlan wanted at all. And so, she decided exactly what she was going to do with the money.

She picked up a pen and looked at the papers, "Where do I sign?"

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