Brielle POVI looked out from the car while Mr. Brook, our family's chauffeur, was driving the car, taking me to my parents' mansion.I've just returned from San Francisco. From my university,I looked around the stunning skyscrapers. I really missed being here."How're you, cool dude?" I smiled at Mr. Brooke. He is a middle-aged, very kind man. He's like a father figure to me.I remember in my childhood, whenever mom refrained me from eating and buying chocolates, he always brought them to me, hidden from everyone.He's like my best dude since that day, andI called him "cool dude." It's our thing."Amazing, and happier since my best buddy arrived," he laughed with me.Finally, we've reached the mansion.I was not excited at all about reaching there, because no one was there to welcome me there, no family.My parents died when I was ten, and since that day I've taken care of myself. A week ago, I got a call from Mr. Wilson, our family lawyer, that, now as I'm 18, I have to come back
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