Aimsey ran her fingers over her brother’s journal, a thick layer of sand over the leather bound cover. She swiped it off, the grains falling to the ground with a soft shhhh sound. She stared at the cover where her brother had branded “Documents on the Mummy.” She raised a brow at the peculiar title for a simple journal.
“Aimsey, please come along. Your brother’s things have been tucked away into a local storage unit until we can get the family together to ration his things.” Her eldest brother, Derrick, spoke. His tone indicated that he was growing more irritated the longer he had to stand there and watch her examine what he thought was a stupid journal filled with more of his brother’s feelings.
“And what of his will?” She asked softly, knowing her family didn’t actually give a damn what he wanted in his death. But she was determined to see it through properly.
“There will be no talk of-”
“Ah, Miss Eisenhaur, is it?” A tall man dressed in a suit smiled, his teeth perfectly aligned and pearly white. She raised a brow, immediately suspecting him of being fake somehow.
“I am she.” She confirmed, folding her hands delicately in front of her as she gave him a once over. “And who might you be?”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Eisenhaur. My name is Hayden Montgomery. I was your late brother’s lawyer. I was told to present his will to you and you alone.” The man answered.
“Ah. So you’re the Mr Montgomery that I always heard good things about. I trust that he wrote his will wisely?” She gave him a once over again, noting the confidence with which this man carried himself. His blue eyes pierced her own.
“I am. You’ve heard of me?”
“My brother only ever spoke fondly of you. You’ve been a good friend to this family, Mr Montgomery.” She gave a curt nod, ignoring Derrick who was steaming mad in the corner of her brother’s old library.
“Please, call me Hayden. Your brother was a good friend to me. It’s only right.” He smiled charmingly. Even though he had such a charming smile, his eyes said he knew something that she didn’t. Something that she wanted to know. Ached to know.
“Shall we go somewhere and discuss my brother’s will, then?” She asked softly, indicating that she didn’t trust Derrick enough to let him hear any information. She didn’t wanting the rest of the family to know just how rich her brother had been.
“Why don’t we go grab a coffee? We can talk over the general details there.” Hayden suggested. She smiled gratefully.
“Thank you, Hayden. You’re a godsend. If you’ll allow me to grab my bag, we can go together.” She offered, not quite trusting that her brother wouldn’t do something stupid, like murder the poor guy before she could gain access to the will.
“Perfect. Shall I wait here, then?” Hayden asked, hands stuffed into the pockets of his suit pants.
Aimsey glanced at Derrick, whose eyes gleamed with murderous intent. She chuckled nervously. “Perhaps you should accompany me, actually.” She said evenly, meeting Hayden’s gaze. She conveyed a message of concern through her eyes, then glanced pointedly at Derrick again. Hayden understood immediately, giving her a nod.
“I’ll accompany you, then, Miss Eisenhaur.”
“Please, call me Aimsey.” She smiled, extending her arm to him.
He looped his arm with hers and they walked up the grand staircase towards her own living quarters that had been separate from her little brother’s.
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