Chapter 3 - The Locks and the Lawyers
The Uber dropped them off at the front gates of my estate. David confidently walked up to the keypad, punching in the family passcode.
BEEP. ACCESS DENIED.
He tried again. And again. Nothing.
"Hey! Open the gate!" Chloe yelled, rattling the heavy wrought iron.
A black SUV idled halfway up the driveway, and a man in a sharp gray suit stepped out, walking down to the gate. It wasn't me. It was Richard, my lead attorney and a man who had zero patience for entitled children.
"David," Richard said, stopping on the other side of the iron bars. "You are trespassing."
"Where is my mother, Richard? Open the damn gate!"
"Your mother is unavailable. However, she left me with instructions for you," Richard said, pulling a legal envelope from his breast pocket and sliding it through the bars.
David ripped it open. Chloe peered over his shoulder.
"What is this?" David asked, his voice shaking.
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"It's a thirty-day eviction notice for your penthouse," Richard explained smoothly. "Your mother owned the property through an LLC. Since you are no longer an employee of her holding company, your subsidized housing benefit is terminated. You have exactly thirty days to vacate, or the sheriff will remove your belongings. Have a pleasant afternoon."
Richard turned on his heel and walked back to his SUV, leaving David and Chloe standing on the curb in stunned silence.
