Good morning one and all and welcome to Monday morning. I slept well last night. I even woke up one minute before the alarm went off and was able to partially wake up in that minute so I wasn’t actually startled out of my slumber. I have to say while I know I would never get up on time if it weren’t for the alarm clock. I really resent when it pulls me out of actual sleep. But today it didn’t. So since we are starting the day off right, shall we jump into a writing prompt? Excellent, let’s go.
This could be interesting. I suspect something other than Katrina’s rage will soon be afoot. i have no idea what, but it might be fun to find out.
Monday, September 12th: I wish you the best of luck.
“I wish you the best of luck,” she said the words sincerely. Her eyes shone with concern and her smile was pleasant. For a second he could almost believe she meant what she said. John watched her turn to leave and stayed silent as she walked out of the door. He stood still as the door thumped softly shut behind her. Even to the last he found her to be a marvel.
Katrina was his father’s ninth and final wife. During his life he traded them in after a certain amount of time and with almost precise regularity. Katrina was edging into replacement territory when a massive coronary took him down. The fact that he had the coronary in the middle of what could be politely termed entertaining of the upcoming wife number ten only seemed to matter to the woman who failed to enter the marital roster.
Katrina held the final spot. John knew she believed that because there was no divorce prior to his death that her inheritance would be substantial. It was what the act had been for today. Wishing him well as she sailed off with what she hoped would be at least half of the family assets.
John wondered how long it would be before she found out the details. He knew the lawyers offices weren’t that far away and suspected that she stopped in on her way there. As John stared at the closed door, the barrier too thick to hear any form of footsteps beyond, he wondered how Katrina was going to take the news. He doubted it would go down well.
John shook his head and turned from the door, walking back to his desk. He wondered if he should put security on notice. He knew some of the security still had less than fond memories of at least three of his father’s ex-wives.
‘Two, six and seven, if I recall,” john said to himself. They had not left quietly.
John’s father Alexander long since divested him of the company, separating himself from them officially. He lived off a specific stipend and his savings. In a divorce or in the case of death the company could not be touched by the surviving spouse. In addition Alexander’s will was quite specific. His prenuptial agreements with each of his wives had also been quite specific. The amount Katrina could claim was substantial, but John knew it would be a pittance compared to what she thought she would be getting.
‘And that’s if he didn’t adjust the paperwork,’ John knew his father adjusted the will before any divorce proceedings were started and he knew that Alexander had already started the process of replacing Katrina with Rachel. How far he was in the process John didn’t know. He didn’t consider it his business. However he knew that if his father had altered his will then Katrina would be getting even less.
He shook the thought away and reached for the phone. It would be best to put security on alert just in case Katrina decided to return after her visit to the lawyers.
His hand was halfway to the receiver when it rang. John continued his hand’s downward path and picked up the receiver.
‘She couldn’t have gotten there and back yet,’ he thought as he lifted the desk phone to his ear.
“Hello,” he said.
“John, it’s Sam,” the voice on the other end told him. Sam. His father’s lawyer. That couldn’t be good.
Ten til Midnight 