Gone with the Windfall
You just inherited $1,000,000 from an aunt you didn’t even know existed. What’s the first thing you buy (or otherwise use the money for)?
A continuation…. from this story
Three days later and a few towns over a letter arrived at 435 Jingle Pot Road. Elizabeth, the lady in residence, dumped it on the table with the rest of the mail and flyers that had been stuffed in her mailbox. Setting down her bag, she went over and plugged in her WiFi to check her email to see if anymore job postings had come through on her journey home from her Mum’s.
The strain of trying to find new job was getting annoying and so she had gone to her Mum’s for a break of sorts. Not that it helped much, too bad I couldn’t leave my brain at home, but at least she got to visit her Mum. It was always nice to get home, back to her stuff, but she looked around her tiny apartment now with air of despair. I’m going to have to pack all this shit up and put it in storage.
After making some tea she sat down in the overstuffed armchair and flipped through the mail. She finally got to the little white envelope with no return address and slit it open. In it was just one slip of note paper and it said:
You don’t know me, and I wish I did know you, but as circumstances were, we were never to meet. I am your father’s half sister. I have had my lawyer have my brother’s family tracked down; this is how I found you! I was saddened to hear that my brother died some 20 years ago. I am sorry for your loss. I, myself, am dying now and am sorting out my affairs. I seem to have quite allot of money and my own children have proven not deserving of it all, so I am spreading the wealth as it were.
To you I wish to give $1 million, I do hope this is satisfactory. It does not make up for the time that we never had together, but it would make me happy for you to accept it…
“What the…Is this some kind of scam?” She muttered through her fingers. Letting the letter drop to her lap she stared blankly out the window, mouth wide open in shock. It seemed too good to be true, she wouldn’t have to pack up and live in her car! She could give some to her Mum so she didn’t have to worry anymore as well. It would take the pressure off!
Elizabeth always knew there was some secret in the family but it was never fully spoken of. So that was it, her father had a half sister? Why did the two never have contact? She reached for the phone to call her Mum to ask if she knew, but stopped. What if this is a scam? Well those usually are through email nowadays and this – she looked at the letter again, yes there was a lawyers name and her Aunt’s address – looked genuine.
Scanning the letter again she noticed the letter was signed Elizabeth Chatsworth and realized that she must have been named after this mystery Aunt. This must be real! Smiling, she picked up the phone and dialed in her Aunts phone number.
Have great days 🙂