Chapter 13

I also feel sad at the same time. That girl was just dumb as dirt. Cordelia didn’t need to fire her. How will she manage her life now. I feel obligated to help her. I walk away from the store trying to look for her. I see her huddled on the sidewalk sobbing. I walk towards her.

“Please, Please, I didn’t know, I didn’t know. I was taught in fashion school to know elite buyers by the way they look. If they look like they’re wearing a million dollar suit, that I would have a quality client but, those who look like their wearing a Anne Taylor design don’t have the money to shop Elite quality.

“Your design school should know better. Your design school should have taught you not to judge a book by it’s cover. My Grandmother does own this company but, Cordelia doesn’t know we’re not close. She’s a lot like you. Just because I chose to have a career and work for a living though, I don’t have to, that whole family sees as being a homeless person. They measure wealth over family. Did you know that Taylor Swift, when she first started, loved buying all her clothes at Walmart?” I asked her She locked at me in shock.

“Social status isn’t always the key to being a quality person, I know plenty of elite people that think people like you, people who have to work for a living, are no better than slime. I can’t stand those crowds.” She looked at me, then hung her head and continued to cry.

"You need help. If you’re crying over everything that means this job  was life or death to you.” She nodded.

“My mother is in the hospital, everything I made here was going to bills and her expenses. I don’t know what to do now.” Just then I got a ding from my phone. It was  a message from the Hofer Group.

“The funeral is prepared; we can even move up the timeline if you wish. Everything is ready, and all the legalities are finished as well. Sign these documents electronically, and you officially inherit your fathers international business firm, and all the money. Plus your mothers inheritance, and ties to her SAKS company should anything happen to your grandmother. Your uncles are not interested in the fashion empire, and your grandmother signed off on it. her words “she’ll never take it, she wants to be a beggar but, just incase she comes to her senses.” I roll my eyes at my grandmothers indignant pompous attitude. My grandparents are a match made in Heavan.

“I think you’ve cried enough. Stand up. Today is your lucky day.” I tell her with a smile while a plan is forming. I quickly sign the documents. This makes me the sole inheritor  of close to a billion dollars. That’s more money than I need.

“What is wrong with your mother?”

“She needs an expensive brain surgery to remove a tumor that is turning cancerous.” She said in defeat. I decide to call the Hofer Group.

“Hello” A man with a German accent I barely recognize answers. It sounds so familiar like a memory from a dream.

“Hello this is Katherine De Cheney; I just sent over the documents.” I tell him.

“Very well, thank you for your promptness.” He says. His voice is messing with me. Why do I feel drawn to it?

“I need a favor, I am in Boston, I came upon a young woman crying on the sidewalk. She’s just lost her job. She has a mother who is extremely sick and in the hospital. I would like you, if possible, to find her banking information, her name is Edith Hexley. Please deposit one million dollars. This is contingent on her using the money to help improve her mother and to pay for her own life finances.” I tell him.

“You’re very generous” he says in an approving tone.

“I just inherited more money than I ever wanted. I also understand how it feels to lose a mother. No one should live through that. If I can help I will.”

“you’re an angel in disguise aren’t you.” He says a sweet tone that’s calling to my heart. I need to end the call before I stay on. I am feeling like something about him is calling to me and making me addicted.

“Have a wonderful day.” I say as I hang up not waiting for his reply.

She was staring at me like I was a saving angel.

“Use this money to cure your mom and build yourself a better life.” I tell her as I walk away and head back into the store.

Once back inside I continue with my shopping. I buy several luxury dresses. Those for white ‘garden party events” and those for “clubbing” events. I also buy new shirts, pants, bra’s, thongs, and the works. The order comes to one hundred thousand dollars. I don’t mind spending it. I greet my friend one last time before leaving. I drop a thousand-dollar tip at the register. I walk away.

I walk to another store for travels and buy a new set of luggage.  I need this for my inevitable trip to France. Once I am completely done. I head back to the hotel. I