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2: Too Much Too Handle
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2024-12-31 23:25:34Matthias
It wasn’t easy to deal with a fool, but it was harder to hear an idiotic conversation happen in front of you.
I’ve tried, okay. I tried to keep my mouth shut and let those two bastards spit all the bullshit they could. It wasn’t that surprising to hear how they complimented Jessen while they might be behind his death and my old man’s. But there was a limit of stupid things for me to hear and look at, and the way that girl didn’t even say anything that made sense really agitated me. How long should I watch her stupidity?
“Will you say anything, or should I call the security?”
I stopped and turned my back, and her gaze already met mine as her head tilted up a bit.
“Why does it seem like you’re angrier than me?” she asked once more. “It should’ve been me, right? I’m the one that pulled all of a sudden but someone that I don’t even know.”
“So you prefer to sit there all stupid and sound?” I shot back at her. “Do you really like hearing all of that bullshit?”
“I don’t like to be pulled by a stranger that called me stupid either,” she shrugged. She sure had quite a mouth.
I let her hand go, then leaned my back to the nearest wall, my eyes still focused on her. “It will be good if your reply back in the room is this good.”
“And what? I’ll piss them off?”
I crossed my arms, interested. “I would like to see that, actually.”
Her face changed from annoyed to full of disbelief. “I don’t understand. Did you pull me here just to say that?”
“Are you that eagerto sign those documents?” I asked. “You must be a fool if you want to sign all of that with no plan.”
I didn’t know Jessen-Keith Lewis that well, but that man’s death sure made the business in havoc. He held a few stocks with a big percentage. Since no one ever expected the man to have any wife or kid, they thought it would be easy to exploit his wealth. But then, his lawyer gave a shocking will that he had a daughter all along.
As if their dirty game with my father’s wealth was not enough.
The coincidence of Jessen and my old man dying on the same day. Even the accident happened in different streets, it was still possible that the event was conducted by one person. In the world I knew, one could make thousands die just by a snap.
Magic? No. It was money. And this girl definitely didn’t know any single thing about it.
“Don’t just do whatever they are telling you to do. Their hospitality is nothing but a cover, only a fool will be fooled by that poor acting,” I said. “It’s not that hard.”
I haven’t read all the documents, but even a blind knew that wasn’t a good idea. I only came here because I was quite curious about how the daughter of Jessen-Keith Lewis looked. She might be the way out for my insanity.
Yet it seemed like she could be another cause of my headache.
“It’s easy for you to say because this is how you live your life,” she rolled her eyes, then pointed her finger at me, her body leaned slightly towards me. That was quite a reaction. “Newsflash, Smartass Guy. Not everyone understands how your world works. This is all new to me. Maybe for you having some strangers to tell you that you’re suddenly inherited a company and other fancy shit is normal, but my normal life doesn’t include all of this.”
For someone who looked so naive and know-nothing before, she sure talked a lot. This version of her seemed more bearable.
She closed her eyes for a second, a rough exhale escaped from her mouth as she straightened her back. “That being said, thank you for your concern. But I don’t need any comments for someone who doesn’t even understand what other people feel.”
“I’m not here to counsel your feelings–”
“If that is all, I will go back.” She interrupted quickly and smiled for a millisecond, as she turned her back to me and walked away.
This girl ….
I took it back, she was still too much for me. This girl would be doomed fast, but let her be. It was not my business at all. I have got my own shits to deal with.
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