5!Her Father, my family!

ZARA

“Hi, Miss Zara, there is a call waiting for you in the office,” my assistant and my only friend in the city, Vic, said as I walked into the lobby of my office.

“Do you have any idea who?” I asked her.

“She didn't say,” I nodded and walked towards the office. “And, oh,” she squeaked, smiling. 'You have a visitor,” I didn't need to ask who it was, from the look on her face I could tell. 

I walked into my office and there he was, Victor Armani, CEO of Armani and Co, law firm and my boss.

“Hi,” I greeted with my usual smile as I placed my bag on the table.

“You are here,” he turned to look at and smiled. 

“What are you doing here?” I asked him, even though I knew the answer to that question, “I already dropped the file of my last case with your assistant,” I said to him.

“I know that, and you did a very good job with it. Brought the firm a lot of money,” he said, and went quiet for a while.

“That's why I'm here actually to offer my congratulations and invite you for dinner,” he said, as he placed his hands in his pants pocket.

“I don't think that's a good idea, Victor,” I said as I took my seat behind my table.

“Oh come on, Zara,” he said with one hand out of his pocket. 

“This just isn't a good time,” I said, remembering everything that happened last night.

“When is it ever, just one dinner, and that will be all,” I juggled with my chair for a minute, and sighed.

“Fine, one dinner,” I said, and he smiled. 

“Good, I will send you the details,” he walked over and kissed me on my cheek. I gave a little smile and he walked away.

Vic walked in, a few minutes after he did. “Well, looks like persistence is the key to your heart,” she said and I scoffed.

“You say persistence, I say stalking,” I said, and she sat down.

“What are you going to do about it?” She asked me.

“Like I told him already, it's just one dinner. I have a lot of things to do and think about.”

“Hazel will be alright. I can come babysit,” she said, and I smiled.

“You would do that?” I asked.

“Of course I don't have anything better to do, besides your daughter loves me more,” she waved her hands dramatically, accidentally brushing the document on the table.”

“I don't remember giving you this yesterday,” she said before I could get them away from her. 

“I got them from my father,” I said, getting up.

“I thought your father was dead,” she said with her accent that seems to piss me off sometimes.

“Yes, he is. It's his will. He wants me to take his position in a law firm I didn't know he owed,” I said and she scoffed.

“You are not thinking of doing that. Are you?” She asked and I looked away.

“You just became a senior associate, and you are doing very well. How can you be sure that isn't your ex playing games,” she said, and I brought my face back, away from the window.

“Ronnie doesn't care about me, but my father does. Even though he didn't show it until his deathbed,” I said.

“So you are thinking about it,” she said, and I nodded.

“I'm, but right now, I'm thinking about work and my dinner date with my boss,” I said, and she stood up.

“Well, you know I will follow you to the ends of the earth,” I smiled, and watched as she walked away.

Vic has been like a shoulder to cry on, ever since we met on our first day at the first. We clicked immediately and have been best of friends ever since.

I sighed, took out more of the documents I got from my father's will and began going through it. I hate the fact my father's legacy has been dragged through the mud by this immense growth of corruption.

My father was everything but he had an insane integrity for the law. But I can't believe he had a clause that can only be rendered if I marry Matthew. What was he thinking?

I rubbed my temples, feeling the weight of it all. The more I read, the more it felt like my father had written this will knowing I would be angry. Hurt. Cornered.

Marry Matthew Russell?

It was insane.

He didn’t even know about Hazel. Or at least, I thought he didn’t. He had vanished before I could tell him, and I had made peace with that silence. Now, this will... this clause… it was dragging the past right back into my present.

A knock pulled me out of my thoughts.

Vic peeked in, “Zara, you should leave now, to get ready for your dinner date,” she said, smiling.

I looked at her, then at the clock that hung up on my wall. Damm, I have been in my own thoughts for six hours.

“Yeah,” I said, trying to gather the document. 

“I will be at your place by five,” she said and I nodded. I rushed out of the office, and headed to Hazel's school to pick her up as well.

We didn't have our usual discussion, because of all the things on my mind.

I shouldn't take the position, I should just sell my shares and permanently cut all ties with my family and with Matthew. 

This is the best decision, this is the only way I can protect Hazel from her father and my family.

Immediately we got home, I got a new alert on my phone. As a lawyer to a lot of people I need to be aware of anything relating to any of my clients. 

I pulled up the news feed and a name stuck out to me. I rushed back to my father's file and there it was. 

The news was about my father's firm, Zenith Law. Their recent client has just won the lawsuit against him, despite all the evidence that was against him.

This is the kind of corruption that is happening in the firm. Can I close my eyes and continue to let this happen?

I dropped my phone on the couch and picked up the file again. My father’s signature stared back at me from the bottom of the page. It used to mean something. Now, I wasn’t so sure.

Zenith Law was supposed to stand for truth. For justice.

Now, it stood for something else, power and silence. I could feel it. That case they just lost? It wasn’t just about sloppy lawyers. It was about money. Connections. Control. The things my father used to fight against.

And now they were winning under his name.

I looked over at Hazel, sitting on the carpet, carefully building a tower with her blocks.

I folded the will, slowly, and tucked it back in its envelope.

This was bigger than me. It was bigger than Matthew. This was about a firm I didn’t even know I had a claim to, being twisted by people who would do anything for power and money.

But one thing was clear.

If I walked away, they would win.

They would keep using my father’s name to protect criminals and destroy good people. And Hazel would grow up thinking the world is only fair to those with money and lies.

No.

I couldn’t let that happen.

But I couldn’t tell Hazel yet. Not everything. She was too young. Too innocent. All she needed to know was that her mom loved her, more than anything.

The doorbell rang and I opened it to see Vic, standing with her hands on her bag. 

“You aren't dressed,” she yelled slightly as she walked in. 

“I'm not going to the dinner, I'm going back to New York,” I said and she sighed.

“No, Zara,” she said, sadly.

“A lot is going on back at my father's firm. Things that shouldn't be happening. I have to go, I have to take what's mine. Not just for my sake but for Hazel's as well,” I said, and she sighed.

“Well, you already thought about this well. But if you are going, then I'm going with you,” she said, and I smiled.

“Good, because I will need all the help.”