Chapter 2 – The Last Will

Nancy

Suck it! Don't you dream almost every night about having sex with your boss? This is your chance! Deepthroat him! Do the things Kylie can't! Suck it! Suck it!

No! Do you want to lose your job? Everything you've worked hard for will be ruined! Besides, you're a decent woman.

The demon and the angel in my mind were fighting, but the angel won out. I stepped back, stood up, put my phone on the table, and handed the towel to Sir Dwayne.

“Sir, you need to change now. Let's go visit your dad,” I said.

Trembling, Sir Dwayne quickly obeyed. While I was driving, he could barely speak. I knew how close he and his father were.

I also couldn't get the image of him completely naked out of my head. A sudden ache throbbed deep in my lower abdomen. What does his prized possession taste like? Would I even be able to swallow the whole thing?

Damn it! We're already heading to the emergency room and here I am daydreaming!

When we reached the hospital owned by their family, Sir Dwayne immediately stepped out of the vehicle, while I parked properly before following him inside.

I caught up with Sir Dwayne and Madam Elena hugging while crying. I stood beside them, feeling deeply sorry for their plight.

Sir Leo was lying on the bed, his mouth connected to various tubes. He was pale with his eyes closed.

“I'm sorry, we did everything we could, but Mr. Johnson suffered a severe heart attack. We believe he only has a month left to live,” the doctor stated.

“A month? Are you out of your minds? We aren't paying you a fortune for you not to use your brains! You idiots!” Dwayne cried out in tears. He looked at me, “Nancy, have the private plane prepared. We’re flying my dad abroad. Maybe the doctors there are smarter than these incompetent fools!”

“Dwayne, stop!” his mother scolded tearfully.

“Ma, I won't accept them saying my dad is going to die!” Dwayne shouted again.

Madam Elena hugged Dwayne, “Let's accept it. Multiple mild strokes have already put your dad through hell time and time again. His heart is truly weak; maybe he just wants to rest for good. Besides, it's far too dangerous to travel in his condition.”

“But Ma, what is our money for if we don't use it? If dad can't be treated here, fine, let's fly in doctors from abroad,” Dwayne replied.

I desperately wanted to hug Sir Dwayne because I could feel the agony in his heart. My chest ached seeing his tears, but I couldn't—I am only his secretary.

“Sir Dwayne, we assure you that even if another doctor looks at Mr. Johnson, they will say the exact same thing. He is in a coma and a vegetative state. Only the machines are keeping him breathing, but we are certain he doesn't have much time left,” the doctor explained once more.

Both Sir Dwayne and Madam Elena were silent and dazed when they returned to their mansion. I went with them in case they needed anything. I prepared coffee for them when a helper suddenly arrived and announced that there was a visitor.

Attorney Bernard Sandoval walked in. He was the lawyer of the Johnson family. He greeted the mother and son with a somber expression.

I poured him a cup of coffee as well and stood quietly off to the side.

“Mrs. Johnson, I heard about what happened to Sir Leo. I know you won't like the news I'm about to bring, but it concerns Mr. Johnson's last will,” he began.

“What last will? My dad isn't going to die yet!” Sir Dwayne said angrily.

“Sir Dwayne, I spoke with Sir Leo's doctors, and according to the medical report, his condition is truly grim. That is why I came here to see you right away,” Attorney Sandoval replied.

“Is there a problem with the last will?” Madam Elena asked with tear-swollen eyes.

Attorney Sandoval looked at Sir Dwayne and handed over a folder.

Sir Dwayne glared at it angrily without taking it, then looked at me, “Nancy, come here.”

I stepped forward and sat beside him.

“The contents of Mr. Leo Johnson's last will are as follows. I will read it so please listen carefully,” the lawyer continued.

I glanced at Sir Dwayne. Why was I even getting nervous?

“I am Leo Johnson, with a total net worth and total assets of 800 billion dollars…”

My eyes widened. Eight hundred billion dollars? His wealth was even greater than what was previously reported on TV!

Suddenly, I was reminded of Sir Dwayne's dick that almost slapped me earlier. It was even bigger in person than in my wet dreams.

Hck! Why won't his baton ever leave my mind? How annoying!

“I made this last will when I was first struck by a mild stroke. I realized life is short, so I want Dwayne, my only child and heir, to have a wife before I die. If he does not have a family of his own, 95% of all my wealth will go to charity. Only 5% will be his. As for my beloved wife Elena, we had a pre-nuptial agreement long before we married, so the 10 billion dollars in assets belonging to her remains solely hers and is not included in my assets that will go to charity should my wish not be fulfilled.”

Attorney Sandoval closed the folder and looked at the stunned mother and son. Sir Dwayne slammed his fist hard on the table and yelled, “What kind of last will is that?! I am the sole heir, but there’s a condition before I can get it?!”

Even Madam Elena held her head in disbelief, “Attorney, why didn't I know about this? His previous last will wasn't like this! 95% of all assets? Oh my god!”

Attorney Sandoval nodded, “Sir Leo had his last will changed. I didn't know you weren't informed.” He then stood up and looked seriously at Dwayne, “The document can no longer be altered since your father is already in a coma. My only advice is to follow it, because even if you appeal in court, I am certain it cannot be fixed.”

“So I need to get married?” Dwayne asked in shock.

“It looks that way,” Attorney Sandoval answered, “Many women would agree to marry you, Sir Dwayne, but... choose the right one. Just call me once you have chosen a wife. However, time is running out, so please don't let everything slip away from you. Although your father's intention to help charities with his money is noble, I know you worked hard for your wealth as well.”

Silence followed for the next several minutes after Attorney Sandoval left.

“Ugh! Damn it!” Sir Dwayne vented angrily.

Madam Elena, on the other hand, was deep in thought, probably brainstorming women she could set up her son with.

I felt a little sad knowing that the boss I secretly love was about to get married. This meant I finally had to stop fantasizing about him.

“Janella! That's right! I'll marry Janella. She's the only one I see who can be my wife, at least I have some feelings for her,” Sir Dwayne said with a smile.

I lowered my gaze. My suspicion was right. Sir Dwayne has feelings for Janella. Out of his hundred girlfriends, she was the only one he ever considered asking for marriage.

“No, I don't want that.”

Sir Dwayne and I turned to his mother at the exact same time. Her face was serious as she shook her head.

She didn't want Janella? But why?