Chapter Three
The next two weeks pass by without any incident. Bennett picked his photos and paid me. His assistant handled all the e-mails. He referred me to his friend and I began working with him on the photos for his website.
Even though Bennett was a jerk, I still end up thinking about what he said about my family. Late at night, when I can’t sleep, I wonder if maybe he is right.
Telling my parents that I didn’t want anything else to do with their money and to cut me out of the will hadn’t been an easy choice. My father had started a successful restaurant franchise at a young age. His wealth had grown quickly and he had married my mom shortly after he had made his first cool million. My sister was born a few years later. By that time my family was set for life.
There had always be
