The Heir’s Inheritance

Episode2

SARAH'S POV:

“I can't do this, I'm sorry.” I whisper under my breath, my face crumpling into a sorrowful frown.

“Wait— what?” Beth says as I rush out of the room. I don't miss Drew's glare and I know that sooner or later, I will have to pay for my change of mind.

“What's going on, Sarah?” Beth asks as she catches up to me. She grips the sleeves of my shirt, stopping me from going down the stairs.

“I can't do it. I can't steal from Robert Lincoln.” I say in a resolute tone.

“Why the hell not?” Beth asks with a concerned expression on her face.

“That's Robert Lincoln! The most ruthless billionaire in the whole of New York City and the son of the man whom my mom worked for all her life.” I respond through gritted teeth, sad that I even have to consider all this.

“Shit.” Beth says in response at the shocking news.

“What do you think would happen if I were to be caught?” I ask in a sad and bitter tone.

“But you won't, though,” Beth mutters under her breath.

“How do we know that? Robert Lincoln will lock me up and throw away the key if he finds me stealing from him.” I say, trying to make her see reason.

“You said it yourself, Sarah. Your mom used to work for them, they won't suspect you of anything. You can go in there, claim that you are maybe looking for your mom's boss or something, steal the ring, and leave.” Beth explains calmly.

“That would have made perfect sense if not for one thing. Mr Lincoln is dead.” I say in a flat tone.

“That changes nothing. You can still go over there, claiming that you have important information for Robert Lincoln.” Sarah says with a shrug of her shoulders.

“But what if I'm caught?” I whisper in fear under my breath.

“We can't think about that, Sarah. Your mom needs treatment.” Sarah says in a resolute tone.

“You are right, we can't think about losing right now. We have to give it our all.” I say in a strong tone. The memory of my sick, unconscious mother giving me all the motivation I need.

“Yes. That's the spirit.” Beth says with a soft smile on her lips as she leads me back inside the office.

“Fine. I will do it. Give me all the details.” I say hastily the moment I'm face to face with Drew.

“The ring is locked up in his office. No one has access to the room except him, and it is password-operated, which means you are going to have to break in.” Drew says in an amused tone.

It's nice to know that he found my situation funny.

“If you are caught, do not mention my name, is that clear?” Drew says with a tone of finality.

“What incentive would we have to keep you out of the line of fire?” Beth asks through gritted teeth, not liking the terms of the agreement just like me.

“Your mother. I will hurt her before you have the chance to blink twice.” Drew promises, a sense of foreboding taking over my body.

I swallow harshly as my gaze flies to Beth's frightened ones.

“If you can successfully get me the ring, I will pay all your mother's hospital bills and any other bills to ensure she's safe and sound,” Drew promises in a dark unhinged tone that reminds me why I never wanted to do all this in the first place.

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SARAH'S POV:

I go over our plan once more, my heartbeat increasing at the thought that it's almost time to put all our plans into motion. If there was a way for me to stop all this, I would, but as it stands it's either this or watch my mother die.

“Everything will go just fine,” Beth says for the hundredth time, trying to reassure me.

“That's easy for you to say, you are not the one going inside to have dinner with the devil.” I say in a dejected tone.

“If I could switch places with you, I would.” Beth says in a solemn tone.

I give her a grateful smile as I study the ring once more. It certainly is beautiful. And for a moment, I can even understand why Drew is doing all this.

“I will create a distraction like I promised, and I will make sure to escape before any one catches onto me.” Beth says.

I smooth down the wrinkles on my short pale pink pastel dress. The dress is paired with some black flats which will make running easier if it ever came to that.

Beth rolls the car to a stop just in front of the beautiful mansion that belongs to the Lincolns. If there's one thing I learnt while my mom was working here is that not everything on the inside is as shiny as the outside.

I inhale deeply and make my way to the front door. I had called earlier to ensure that Robert was home before coming here.

“Hi, I'm looking for Robert.” I say with a small smile on my lips to who is probably the new housekeeper, a position that was my mom's for over two decades.

“Follow me, miss.” The middle aged man says as he leads me down distinctly familiar hallways.

We stop in front of two large double doors, but before he can knock, Robert's clear cold tone filters through the cracks in the door.

“If you ever come back here, I will make your life a living hell. I will destroy your father's company from the inside out, and that little cushy trust fund that has you proud?” He pauses for his words to sink in.

“I will make sure it's all gone, donated to charities all over the city.” Robert says finally.

The sound of someone sobbing softly floats from inside the room before the door is pulled open and an extremely beautiful lady stumbles out, her eyes filled with tears.

She pauses for a minute, glaring at me with so much hatred before storming away but not before bumping into my shoulders.

I inhale deeply, steeling myself for the face off with the devil.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Robert asks in a cold flat tone as his gaze roves over my body.

His flat tone suggests that if he's even feeling anything in this moment, it's definitely not pleasure.

“Good day, Mr Lincoln.” I respond with a tight smile.

“We are way past any formalities now, Sarah.” Robert says while levelling me with an amused look.

I clear my throat as I settle down in the chair across from him. I refuse to cower in front of him.

“What brings you here?” Robert asks in a slightly curious tone as he rises to his full height.

His black slacks and white button down shirt hugged him like it was created specially with him in mind. I wouldn't even be shocked if that's the case.

“My mother— she's sick.” I say as I avert my eyes from his, not willing to let him see the vulnerability in them.

I explain the whole story, although a little exaggerated, but sticking as close to the truth as possible.

When I'm done, I wait for him to say something. Anything. But all he does is keep silent, opting to stare inquisitively at me instead.

Just before he has the chance to say anything though, a loud noise comes from just outside the door. His gaze is drawn to the door and my heart rate spikes up.

Beth had done it. Now he just has to leave the room. He heads towards the door with a slow easy gait. He pulls it open and speaks in low tones to the person standing there.

He spares me one last look before stepping out of the office and locking me inside.

I immediately spring from my seat and head towards the drawer where Drew said the ring is being kept. I try to pull it open, cursing under my breath when I find it locked.

I take off my hairpins and immediately start picking the locks, but I barely have the chance to continue when the large doors are thrown open and Robert steps into the office.

“Looking for this?” He asks with a glint in his eyes that matches the black diamond currently in between his fingers.

I fall back on my butt, knowing that it's over for me. He knew all along that I was just here to steal from him! I'm definitely doomed!