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2025-09-17 20:57:19Noah stood alone with the envelope in his hand, sweat drying on his back, grease on his fingers, and something cold uncoiling in his chest.
The envelope sat on the edge of the workbench like it didn’t belong. Like something left behind by accident.
Noah stared at it for a long time before touching it again.Even the paper felt smug.
Merrick, Laughton & Ruelle was embossed in gold at the top. Below that, typed neatly:
NOAH QUINN
Confidential Estate MatterHe cracked the seal and pulled out a single sheet of creamy paper that looked like it cost more than his rent.
You are formally invited to appear for the reading of the Last Will and Testament of Jasper Alaric Quinn, deceased.
Location: 5801 Greystone Tower, Level 42 Time: 10:00 AM, Thursday, October 8 Attendance is required for legal execution of terms.That was it.
No explanation. No message. Just a demand dressed as an invitation.
Noah crumpled the paper in one fist and sat on the edge of the workbench, running his hands over his face.
“Jasper Quinn…” he whispered.
He wasn’t stupid. He knew the name. The man had run half the city’s construction and tech infrastructure. He was on the cover of Forbes every other year. People called him a king. A self-made legend.
And apparently, he left Noah something in his will.
Why?
Noah shook his head and let out a dry, humorless laugh. “Nah.”
He tried to ignore the chill running up his spine.
⏩ The Next Morning
He didn’t sleep. Didn’t eat. Just showed up.
Greystone Tower was one of those buildings you didn’t walk into unless you had a badge or a Rolex. The kind of place with its own elevator music, silent lobby guards, and receptionists who judged your shoes before they looked at your face.
Noah wore jeans and a button-up that didn’t quite fit his shoulders.
When he told the front desk he had a 10 a.m. appointment with Merrick, Laughton & Ruelle, the receptionist blinked twice before handing him a temporary visitor badge without a word.
The elevator smelled like citrus and new money.
By the time he reached the 42nd floor, Noah had counted four security cameras and three glass-walled conference rooms that could fit his entire garage inside.
A young assistant in a charcoal pencil skirt met him at the elevator. She didn’t smile.
“Mr. Quinn?”
“Don’t sound so shocked.”
“This way.”
She led him through a quiet corridor of glass and steel into a large office where every piece of furniture looked like it had been hand-selected for psychological warfare.
There, waiting behind a curved desk, was Robert Merrick — the same man in the suit who had shown up at his garage the day before.
“Mr. Quinn,” Merrick said, rising. “You’re punctual. I appreciate that.”
Noah didn’t sit.
“You gonna explain why the hell I’m here?”
Merrick motioned to a chair across from his desk. “This will go faster if you let me speak.”
Noah hesitated, then dropped into the chair, elbows on his knees.
Merrick placed a thick manila folder on the desk between them. The kind you only saw in legal dramas and police thrillers.
“Mr. Quinn,” he began, “you’ve been named the sole heir to Jasper Alaric Quinn’s estate.”
Noah laughed. Not a little laugh — a full, disbelieving exhale. “Okay. Try again.”
Merrick didn’t flinch. “It’s all here. In writing. Signed. Notarized. Witnessed.”
“You got the wrong guy.”
“No, Mr. Quinn. He knew who you were.”
“He didn’t know me at all. Never met the man.”
“That may be true. But you are—biologically speaking—his son.”
Noah’s breath caught.
He didn’t mean to react, but something flinched in his chest — involuntary and raw.
Merrick opened the folder and pushed a document across the desk.
“You don’t have to take my word for it.”
Noah leaned forward. His hands were a little too steady.
It was a copy of the last will and testament. And there, in black ink, it stated:
“I leave the full sum of my private holdings, assets, trusts, and company voting shares to Noah James Quinn, my biological son.”
His full name.
His birthday.
The name of his mother: Lorraine Camden.
The moment he saw it, the world tipped sideways.
His mother’s name.
That wasn’t a coincidence. That wasn’t a scam.
He remembered her vaguely — not her voice, but the way her hair felt when he buried his face in it. She died when he was eight. He hadn’t heard her name spoken out loud in nearly two decades.
Noah sank back in the chair.
“I don’t understand,” he said quietly.
Merrick folded his hands. “Your mother worked for the Quinn family. Nanny. Private house staff. I don’t have the full details — only the outcome. You were born in secret. Your existence was not made public. Jasper… chose not to acknowledge you. Until now.”
“And now he’s dead.”
“Correct.”
“And now I get everything?”
Merrick gave the slightest nod. “That’s the short version, yes.”
Noah sat in silence.
“What’s the long version?” he asked.
“You’re expected to attend the public reading of the will. It’s being held at the Quinn Estate tomorrow morning. The family will be present.”
“Of course they will,” Noah muttered.
He stood slowly, fingers curling into fists.
“Let me guess. They’re not gonna be thrilled.”
“That would be an understatement,” Merrick said dryly. “Especially Lena Vale.”
“Who the hell is that?”
“Jasper’s stepdaughter. Current acting CEO. She will not be pleased.”
“Good.”
Merrick arched an eyebrow. “You intend to go, then?”
Noah grabbed the folder and tucked it under one arm.
“Damn right I do,” he said. “I want to see the look on their faces.”
He started toward the door.
“Mr. Quinn—”
Noah paused.
“One last thing,” Merrick said. “You’ll be entering a world that doesn’t welcome outsiders. I suggest you prepare for that.”
Noah’s jaw clenched.
“I’ve been an outsider my whole life,” he said. “I’m ready.”
And with that, he left.
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