“Mama, I’m fine. Really, I am.”
“Annika, I have a special delivery, courtesy of Micky,” Matthaeus, her brother-in-law, announced before punching Annika in the arm.
“WHAT THE HELL!?”
“It’s from your sister. I told her that you get mad, but she said, and I quote-- You’re lucky I’m not there myself. Otherwise, you’d get more than a punch in the arm. So, don’t get mad at me,” Matthaeus insisted as he held his hands up in automatic surrender.
“f*****g Micky,” Annika grumbled. Matthaeus let himself into the penthouse, and the family attorneys followed suit. “Geez, how many of you are there!?” Annika gaped at the single file of men and women that walked in like an army of fire ants.
“There’s ten of us, sis,” Matthaeus answered.
“Daddy, isn’t this a bit excessive, even for you!?” She gaped a
