Well, of course. Her money. Or should I say my money.

Nathalie starts to talk. Her voice is soft. Spencer probably likes it. She probably loves how smooth it is against her ears. Like a velvety silk sheet evening every sharp edge around her. But I don’t like it. I don’t like her.

“Of course, Ms. Davies. If we could all just take a seat..”

My mother is already sitting down. I can feel Nathalie looking at me. Waiting for me. They both are. I ignore the glares and finally push myself down in one of the chairs.

“So after looking closely at the will Mr. Davies left before his accident it clearly states that his daughter, Ashley, here” she’s pointing towards me. I don’t want her fingers anywhere near me. Against me. Aiming me. “inherits what’s left of his fortune. Including properties and other belongings of value.”

Great news. Predictable, but still good news. I knew he wouldn’t let that sorry excuse for a mother get a penny of his fortune. She lived enough off of him as it is.

Suddenly I feel the urge to stand up, point directly at her with my tongue sticking out, like a five-year-old who just knocked a stupid little boys sand castle down because it was a little bit too close mine. But I settle with a grin. A mocking grin. Adding a little mocking chuckle for the sake of it. Just to push her buttons a little bit further. And she’s boiling.

“That can’t be right, Ms. White. I know for a fact that Raife Davies left me a savings account containing one million dollars and addition to that, 18 years worth of child support for raising this beast beside me.”

“Hey, gold digger, are you sure that the shit you shoot up your face isn’t responsible to your lack of brain cells? Because the last time I checked, raising a child didn’t mean leaving it at the age of TEN at home ALONE for several weeks at a time when you were out screwing some piece of shit sugar daddy, hoping he’d pay for your Botox injections.”

“You little ungrateful fu-“

“Please. Ladies. If you could just calm down for a minute.” Nathalie interrupted. Once again with a smooth voice. A calming voice. “Unfortunately, Ms. Davies, there’s neither a savings account or any child support funds registered in your name. The value however of the belongings that has been written in the will, except for the one million dollars that was given to you” she’s pointing towards me again. Killing time. “directly after his death, reaches a total sum of two hundred million dollars. All in the name of Miss Ashley here.”