Chapter Three
“What? That’s got to be a mistake.” RJ stood, knocking his chair backward.
“No, I assure you, sir, these were his exact wishes.” The lawyer looked down his crooked nose and pointed to the line in the will. Moving his finger along with the text, he repeated, “See, two-thirds interest and the running of Huerta holdings is bequeathed to your sister.”
“Why? Why would he do this to me?” RJ paced back and forth in his father’s huge office. Sofía shook her head. Clearly, it seemed, he just now realized he would not be inhabiting their father’s office anytime soon. “What about the rum production, or the ice cream company? Give those to Sofía and I get Huerta Cigars,” he said, stomping his feet wanting his way like an impetuous child.
“Did you think Papa wouldn’t find out about Li
