Chapter 2
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Miguel saw Dr Kidman’s Peugeot car parked in front of the house immediately after driving past the automated gates.
He turned off the ignition and stepped out of his Mercedes Maybach S Class wearing a Navel blue suit. Miguel indeed had it all, he wasn’t just born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but also with the most golden looks. Nature had done justice to his features, he stood six feet, three inches above the ground. The dreaminess of his slanted hazel eyes could pierce through any woman’s soul and win her heart even without saying a word. His wavy straight hair could make him pass for a fashion star in magazines and pageantries.
He was about making his way indoors when he saw the plump looking figure of his nanny Miss Florence running towards him already.
“Welcome Sir Miguel.” She greeted loyally
“Miss Florence.” He called without enthusiasm reaching back into the car through the window to take his briefcase.
“He is here.”
“Who? Mr. Kidman?
“Yes sir The lawyer is here.”
“I see” he exclaimed raising his eyebrows and looking a bit tired yet curious.
“That’s strange, he must have all the time in the world, so he really came?”
She smiled and said
“Yeah, he did, let me help you with that.” Miss Florence reached out and collected his briefcase from him while they walked together into the family’s estate.
“He came immediately after Lucia left, he’s been waiting sick.” She said from the side of her mouth.
It was about four months now since Miguel lost his grandfather who died at the age of eighty. A man who was revered as the family’s grand patriarch and founder of the Peterson’s Group Of company; The great Sir George William Peterson The Third. Miguel was and had been recognized as the one and only heir to that empire since Miguel’s parents passed on in their seventies some years ago.
Hence George William Peterson had lived longer than his only son; Lucas Peterson and daughter in-law Mary Peterson, who were both Miguel’s parents. Now on his passing on four months ago, it had become common knowledge that Miguel was the next in line and the most eligible surviving member of that bloodline if not the only. So when the good doctor Kidman had met him at the office some weeks ago, making reference to a probate reading that needed to be done in honor of his grandfather Miguel had scoffed, taking it for a joke, rotating on his chair a placid expression on his face.
“I mean… I mean I love my grandpa more than anything. But you tell me doc, don’t you think it's obvious to me already whatever it is you have written there, don’t stress yourself going through the trouble of breaking the news like you’ve got something fresh to tell me“ Miguel had remarked humorously.
“I know…I know but we still need to do it to fulfill all righteousness. And to be honest there are quite a few other things I think you might want to know” The lawyer had argued
But Miguel had shaken his head not taking the Lawyer seriously.
So it was really a thing of surprise seeing his car at the estate knowing how far the legal practitioner’s residence was to theirs.
“These old professionals, they do the most religious things.” He had thought as he walked in.
When he entered he saw Dr. Kidman etched on one of the soft looking arm chairs in the spacious sitting room with his legs spread apart, buttocks at the edge of the chair.
“Doc?” Miguel called going over to sit near him
“Hi Miguel.” The lawyer acknowledged his presence standing up.
“Please sit.” Miguel waved before going over to seat on the adjacent Sofa, crossing his leg.
The lawyer had then opened his file, bringing out an array of documents.
“So what is this new thing you think I might want to know about my own grandpa’s will that I don’t know already.” Miguel asked beginning to feel an element of doubt, the first he would ever feel about his inheritance since his twenty five years on earth.
The lawyer picked up one of the files and attempted to read but then on a second thought decided to put it back.
“You know what? There is no point reading out the will Miguel we already know what’s in it, l will go straight to the point.
“Good,” Miguel said, swallowing.
“How well do you know the man Richard Miller?”
“Richard? I never got to meet the man.”
“I mean, about his story Miguel”
“Well like the back of my palm I guess.” Then he paused.
“What has My grandpa’s friend got to do with my grandpa’s will though?”
“Your father willed everything to your name Miguel.” The lawyer announced with a straight face.
Miguel nodded and smiled sarcastically.
“ Let me guess you travelled all the way from Livermore to tell me this.”
“No Miguel, there is a clause in your grandfather’s will that I think you should know.”
“Which is?”
“Something about this Richard Miller, Your grandpa wants you to find his only surviving daughter, whom he discovered is still alive and wants you to get married to her before your 26th birthday.”
Miguel instantly rose to his feet looking nonplussed.
“Tell me you’re kidding man” He said almost in a whisper
“I’m not that stupid Miguel.”
“Tell me you’re f*****g kidding me.”
“Miguel you need to calm down and think about a way that…”
“Are you serious right now? Like how the f**k am I supposed to find Millers daughter, just tell me this is some poorly planned joke! He raised his voice which reverberated round the large house and bounced back with echoes. Miss Florence came running in, and some of the maids came with her their hands behind their backs, wondering who had annoyed their boss.
“What’s the problem Sir Miguel, you look really angry.” Miss Florence voiced the question.
“Ask your Richard Miller spokesman of a lawyer!” Miguel thundered in a feat of rage and stormed out of the sitting room into his bedroom, slamming the door after him.
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