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"Your father left you everything."
"Excuse me? What are you saying?" I bellowed over the phone.
"You are Isabella Marie Swan, aren't you?" The gravelly voice on the other end questioned, and he sounded impatient and bored to even talk.
"Well, yes. But I don't even know my dad and I'm sure he wouldn't give me anything," I sat on the couch and sighed at the situation I'm currently in. This isn't possible. My dad doesn't even know me and now he left me something?
I never expected this phone call. Never in a million years. My dad left us while I was only a toddler, atleast that was what my mom told me. He was this big shot millionaire whose company was rising up and then he turned into a workaholic and often doesn't go home. Needless to say, my mom got pissed and felt lonely until she decided to just pack up and leave. Taking me with her, of course.
After twenty five years of being a ghost to me, his name suddenly pops up. In the middle of a crisis, more so. This just doesn't make sense, and it certainly isn't happening to me. It's too much to take in.
Why would he even do this? It's not like we had a relationship, other than we share the same blood.
Why now? Why break the ice now? Why would he enter my life at the time of his death? I had never even talked to him as father and daughter.
"Hello? Ms. Swan? Are you there?" My thoughts faded as I heard the person again.
"Uhm, yeah. Are you sure? I mean, when you say everything, what does that exactly entail?" Heck yeah I was curious as to what my long-lost daddy left me with.
"Of course. Precisely half a billion dollars and all his vacation houses across the world. If you want the number of those houses, they're ten mansions. I guess that's all, according to the will." He had the nerve to say, "that's all".
Holy crap. Why?
"I have found your bank account and transferred everything there. It's all yours now. All I need is your signature as proof that you've received your inheritance," he was still blabbering. I'm not even taking a breath right now as I was shocked at what he said.
Half a billion dollars? Ten mansions scattered all over the world? Was my dad the president for him to even have that kind of possession?
"You transferred what to my account?!" I finally exploded. Is that even legal? I'm sure as hell not. How dare he do that without my permission.
"I'm sorry. But that was what Mr. Swan requested, or demanded. He knew you were going to be stubborn about it," My dad. My father knew I was stubborn but he wasn't even there when I was growing up.
"T-this is a lot to take in. I need some time. I'll just... Yeah." I hung up the phone and stared at the beige ceiling of my apartment. The paint was obviously reaping and the light was flickering.
This damn building was falling apart and the landlady's still ignoring that fact. I've been apartment-hunting for almost a month now but it seems that the price of everything rose and I couldn't afford it. Not with cleaning hotel rooms for a job.
