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Authors: Heather C. Myers

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“I’m sorry for your loss,” Simon said after making his way over to Katella.

Seraphina shared a look with Henry Wayne, a man she had known for her entire life.  It wasn’t uncommon for him to come over to Papa’s house on the weekends so the two friends could play pool together, talking about business and pop culture and how society has only gone downhill.  He knew her well enough not to apologize for her grandfather’s loss; he knew how much her grandfather meant to her.  But it always interested her to see that people would automatically relate their condolences to Katella rather than Seraphina.  Certainly Katella was older, but both sisters loved their grandfather equally, and though he had two different relationships with them, she knew he loved them just as equally.

Simon Spade had been Papa’s financial advisor strictly for the hockey team and anything related to the franchise for the duration of the Gulls’ existence.  Both sisters had only met Simon a few times, with Katella having a few more meetings with him given that she helped coordinate events for the team and needed to talk about the budget.  He looked friendly, like any grandfather might look, with white hair combed over his bald head, warm, brown eyes, and a smile that put anyone instantly at ease.  For whatever reason, he wore pressed white gloves like a butler might wear – she thought Katella mentioned him being a germaphobe or something like that a while ago – and walked with a nice cane.  Though Papa wasn’t as close to him as he was with Henry, Simon seemed polite and genuine, and his eyes seemed to hold
a sadness at the fact that Ken was gone.

“All right everyone,” a short, older man said from the doorway to the middle office, just left of where Trista and her desk were placed.  He clapped his hands together once as his eyes drifted over everyone, making
sure to give each person a few seconds of personal attention.  “Thank you all so much for coming.  If you would just follow me, we can get this started.”

Seraphina hung back with Katella, watching as their two uncles, Henry, and Simon entered the office before they joined them.  Simon and Henry were also dressed somewhat formally – both in slacks and collared shirts – though Simon’s gloves and his polished cane made him look much more sophisticated than anyone else in the room.  If only he had a monocle…

Seraphina chuckled under her breath.  Katella gave her a warning look, but her lips curled up into a smile, almost though she knew what her younger sister was thinking.

Once everyone had filed into the slightly larger room, Katella and Seraphina took the only two seats offered while Ryan leaned against the right corner of the room, his blue eyes reverted to the maroon carpet beneath him, Richard stood by Seraphina’s left, his arms behind his back and his shoulders pushed back, and Simon and Henry standing in the left portion of the room.  Both sisters offered the older gentlemen their seats, but both were politely declined.

“Okay,” Earl said, his deep voice vibrating against the inside of his throat.  His thin-wired glasses were dangerously close to sliding off his pointed nose as he looked at the papers before him.  “I’m glad you could all come and on such short notice.”  He passed out papers to everyone before taking a seat at his desk.  “Before we begin, let me explain that Ken requested that each of you get your own personal copy of his will and testament and wanted me to explicitly state that any argument against it in court will result in automatic disqualification for any rewards you may or may not receive.”

Earl looked over at the two men not related to the parties involved.  “Mr. Wayne and Mr. Spade, Ken wanted you present because the information provided directly involves the two of you and he wanted you to hear it from me directly the status of where you stand with the Gulls as a team,” he explained.  “He also wanted you both as witnesses to the reading.  So while you aren’t directly receiving anything, there’s pertinent information Ken believed you should receive along with the disbursements of his estate.”

Seraphina watched as Alan read ahead, obviously only caring about he got out of it.  She, on the other hand, opted to wait for Earl to explain everything to her in a way she could understand; she didn’t want to guess what Papa might have meant about certain things.  One look at Ryan proved that he hadn’t even looked at the papers – hell, he might not even be aware that they’re in his hand.

“Both surviving sons,” Earl began, his eyes skimming the document Seraphina was certain he had memorized, “each get one hundred thousand dollars each, to be distributed in increments every three months of five thousand dollars, given that they take drug and alcohol tests and get negative test results each time.”

“What does that mean?” Alan said, and Seraphina could detect the strain of patience in his voice.  From the way his fingers were gripping the sheets of white paper, her uncle did not look happy with the result.

“It means,” Earl said
, none too pleased to have been rudely interrupted, “that one hundred thousand dollars goes to you, but you do not get the entire thing at once.  Instead, Ken wanted you and your brother to be on a payment plan: every three months you get five thousand dollars if you pass and drug and alcohol test distributed randomly.  As the successor of his will, the time and location of your tests will be at my discretion, but I am open to ensuring that it is not too far from your current residence.”

“What if I’m on painkillers?”
Alan said.  His voice was losing the hold of patience already and they had only begun to read Papa’s will.

“Any prescription medication you and Ryan are on shall be disclosed once the reading is finished,” Earl stated.  “Anything else is subject to fail the test.”

“And what if we do fail?”

“The money is split evenly between Seraphina and Katella.”

Great.  Yet another reason for Alan to hate his only nieces.  Seraphina wasn’t sure if hate was the correct word to describe his disdain he had for her and her sister, but it certainly felt like it and for the life of her, she couldn’t fathom why that was.

Alan
smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.  Seraphina thought it looked like a smile that resulted from someone slowly losing their grip on their sanity.  “I don’t understand,” was all he managed to say.

“Ken wanted both of you
“ – here, he looked both at Alan and Ryan – “to learn from your mistakes.  He stressed the fact that his two sons were supposed to be independent adults, not two men who depended on outside stimuli.  If you can’t control your urges in regards to drugs and alcohol, he did not think you should be rewarded, and he specifically said that he was through giving the two of you second chances, lending the two of you money to start up a business or to buy a house, only to see that business fail to get off the ground or that house to foreclose months later.  Why would he reward you for doing something he was so adamant against?”

Though
Alan said nothing in response, Seraphina could feel him seething in anger.  She looked over at her sister, to see if she could feel it too, and when she locked eyes with Katella, she knew that she wasn’t the only one who could sense it.  Alan’s temper, like Ryan’s, was unpredictable, but unlike Ryan, it didn’t just happen when he was drunk.  If anything, his anger flared when he was forced to maintain composure, like right now.

Earl kept firm eye contact with
Alan, almost as though he was daring the younger man to refuse, to claim how unfair it was.  When Alan remained quiet, Earl continued.

“Everything else is split down the middle between Katella and Seraphina, including his bank accounts, his primary place of residence, the property he owns, and any income generated from the Seagulls,” Earl concluded.  He looked only at the two women in the room.  “What this means, ladies, is that you can choose to keep or sell the residential home as well as the rentals, and whatever income generated is split down the middle between the two of you.  If you keep everything, the revenue from the rentals is also split.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Alan snarled as he lost complete control of himself.  “These girls are in their goddamn early twenties and already are multi-millionaires without doing anything except kissing ass?”

Seraphina could feel her own temper start to flare.  It wasn’t because of his anger at them getting the majority of the money or even that he believed she and Katella didn’t deserve it, but to think that they were kissing ass rather than loving and caring about her grandfather
-  Before Seraphina could say something, Katella reached over and wrapped her cool, long fingers around her sister’s forearm and squeezed gently but firmly.  It was a warning to keep her mouth shut, and even though Seraphina desperately wanted to defend herself, she bit down on her tongue in order to do as suggested.

“Are you arguing with the will, Mr. Brown?” Earl asked coolly, leaning against the leather back of his chair and raising an eyebrow.

“I just don’t understand it, that’s all,” Alan said through gritted teeth.

“You don’t need to understand it,” Earl said and then looked away, entirely dismissing any concern
Alan had about the fairness of the will.  “The last bit of the will also needs to be discussed before you are all free to leave, which is just what Ken wanted done with the hockey team the Newport Beach Seagulls.”

There was a heavy silence that suddenly filled the room, and Seraphina noticed that even Ryan seemed to stand up straighter at the new topic.

“Ken wanted to keep the team in the family,” Earl said.  “I talked to him regarding the matter just after the end of the last season, in April.  If he changed his mind, he didn’t mention it whatsoever or change his will.  Having said that, he wanted a specific person in the family to run the team after his death, including all the managerial duties such as signing and trading players, salaries, and the like.  And that person is you, Seraphina.”

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped slightly ajar, in complete disbelief at what she had just heard.  Maybe she made a mistake.  Maybe he really said Katella’s name and not hers.  Or maybe, like everything else, they split the team.  Seraphina looked at her sister, wondering if she was in as much shock as Seraphina was.  But on her sister’s face was a knowing smile, as though she was somehow aware of what would happen.

“Now, if you truly think you can’t handle it, Seraphina,” Earl continued, “then you can choose to sell the team.  Instead of being divided between you and your sister, however, the income would be split into fours, so that you, Katella, and your uncles would get an even amount.  If you kept the team, you would get your own salary, and the revenue from the franchise would be split between just you and your sister.” 

When he finished, he crossed his forearms over his desk and gave her an expectant look.  Seraphina was only focused on his glasses, unable to comprehend how they hadn’t slid off just yet.

Using the same hand she had just employed to calm her sister down, Katella nudged her sister.

He wanted an answer
now
?

“How long do I have to make up my mind?’ she asked, and she hated to admit it, but she sounded doubtful, worried.  She hated that she sounded this way in front of her uncles even more.

“Now would be best,” Earl said, once again leaning back in his chair as he stretched out his arms in front of him.  “Or, if not now, as soon as possible.  The season is about to start in a manner of weeks, and correct me if I’m wrong, but preseason starts in five days.  The team needs to know if it’s going to play with you as the owner now because without an owner, the team is in limbo.  Do you understand what I am saying?”

Seraphina knew Earl James wasn’t trying to be condescending, but it certainly felt like a dig at her incompetence of the situation she had just been thrust into.

“May I take a few minutes to talk to my sister?” Seraphina asked.

Earl looked like he wanted to say no.  He seemed to be in a rush to finalize everything, but he forced himself to nod.

Katella followed Seraphina into the lobby and then into the parking lot.

“What do I do?” she asked once she knew it was only the two of them.  “I don’t understand this, Kat.  Why would Papa do this?  I have absolutely no experience with this.  I majored in English, for crying out loud. 
English
.  I can’t handle this.  But I don’t want to sell the team and see Alan and Ryan get a fourth of the money either.”  She placed her hands on her sides helplessly.  “I don’t know what to do, Kat.  I just don’t know what to do.”

“Can I just say something?” she asked.  Seraphina couldn’t find her voice so she merely nodded.  “Papa came to me to discuss this last April.  I was one of his witnesses to sign everything.”

“Wait, so you’re not mad?” Seraphina asked.  “About me, getting the team over you?”

“It was always going to go to you, Sera,” Katella reassured her sister.  “Papa knew that I had my own business to worry about, and
me and Matt are getting more serious. 
I’m
the one who couldn’t handle getting the team, even if it was split between the two of us.”

“But why me?”
Seraphina said.

“You two had discussions about the team, didn’t you?” Katella pointed out.  “He valued your opinion.  Sera, he believed that you could handle this.  He believed that you could do this.  Papa had faith in you.  And you know that that means something.  Look at what he gave
Alan and Ryan, and those are his sons.  He even made it a requirement that they get tested before they can accumulate any money.  He lost faith in his own children.  Just because you’re young and inexperienced doesn’t mean you can’t do it.  It just means it’s going to take you longer to be good at it.  But you
will
be good at it.  Papa wouldn’t put you under this pressure, wouldn’t give you an entire hockey franchise if he didn’t think you’d do well.”

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