Chapter 7

Eva

Richard Reynolds looked over at me, a greasy smile forming in his face. I was simply annoyed by the sight of him.

He was a man of poor stature. The first time I saw him I remembered my nerves while he eyed me with something akin to disgust. It didn't take long for me to figure out how little he thought of me solely because I didn't belong to a wealthy family.

He didn't look any better compared to before. The years hadn't changed him. He looked worse, with a fatter and ruddier face and sporting a belly that spoke of his alcoholism. Even during the tense days I spent here all I could remember was his drinking. He also apparently had a superiority complex and a thing for class, never. He always looked down on me being poor, yet in poor irony he was being careless with his wealth.

My overview of the business and financial documents sent to me was proof enough. He took a ledge chunk of the money and spent it on lavish parties, drinks and goodness knows what else. It was his spendthri