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The look on her face before she left was priceless. She wanted right then to demand I hand over the company, wished she could intimidate me giving it up. If she wanted it that badly she would have to drag me to court, and weren’t those just fun?

I’ve seen enough court battles on social media, so many dirty laundry and lies are exposed to discredit the opponents. If I was going to go through with this, I’d have to be ready for whatever she threw at me, and grow a think skin. I’m wondering if I should call Mr Alfred when I hear the sound of the door opening behind me.

A man with salt and pepper hair steps in, wearing a dark suit and tie, his head lifts and I recognize the warm smile that spreads across a handsome face. “Katy, good afternoon dear, I was hoping to run into you today, I’m glad I was right”

“Mr smith? Hi, good afternoon to you too” I mumbled then got up when he closed the door behind him, stepping further into the room, we shook hands and I tried to smile as looked