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Gregs POV

It’s raining. How cliche. I stare out of the window of my BMW but can’t seem to bring myself to get out. 

„Sir?“ I ignore my driver Sven and watch the people walk over the cemetery. All dressed in black dresses or black suits. Faces blank or in tears. I doubt they are real. My grandma was a bitch. Bossy, manipulative, way to direct und always right. She loved to be right so she made sure she was. At all costs. I can’t say she was a nice person. But she was all the familiy I had. 

She raised me, taught me right and wrong - not that I give a shit - supported me. 

Sure, there are my parent. A father who I humiliate by mere existence, and my mother who is nothing more than a golddigga who thought my Dad would leave his wife, when she gets pregnant. He didn’t. And she didn’t want the child she was getting. She wasn’t ready to raise me. My grandma was. She had the money, she had the time and she loved me from day one. Not that she said so. But I know it anyway. Mom‘s now married to some rich guy in texas. Didn’t see her in years. Dad lives a few street from my own house. I don’t see him though. We live in agreement to not connect with each other.

So, yes. My grandma was my only family. And now she lies burried in a dark grave while people lie and say what a good person she was. She wasn’t. She insulted who she wanted to, she pursued her own goals at any costs. She walked over corpses if she had to. Or just wanted to.

„Sir? Shall we leave?“ Sven asks. I sigh. „No“ I take my umbrelle and get out of the car to say goodby to the only woman who loved me. The only person I loved.

Millies POV

„Fuck!“ Fuck fuck fuck fuck!

„Whats the matter?“ Nora, my flatmate, asks. She walks behind me and stares at the letter in my hands. Reads it. Realizes what it means. Reacts. „Fuck“

„What the hell am I supposed to do now? 10 days? How am I gonne find a job in 10 days when I didn’t find one in the last 30 days?“

„What do you wanna do now?“

„Marry someone?“ I joke. But Nora really seems to think about it.

„Gosh, Nora. I do not marry someone?“

„Why not?“ she shrugs.

„Because…who should I marry? I don’t have a boyfriend.“ Hadn’t one in quite a while. But that’s not the matter right now. „I have to find a job or it goes right back to Canada in ten days. Seems like I have to work as a waitress nonetheless.“ I throw the letter on the tiny table before me and lean back at the sofa.

„I’m sorry. And just because your boss was an ass.“

„Do you think I should have just…you know.“ Tears fill my eyes. I really really don’t want go back to Canada. There waits nothing for me. Only sorrow and grief.

„No!“ Nora shouts in my ear. „Are you crazy? Of course not! This man was a big fat ass and you definitely did the right thing by quitting.“ She sits besides me and pulls me in a tight hug.  

„It would have been only a kiss.“ I speak in her neck. She’s right and I know it. I just don’t wanna go back to Canada. But I wrote so many applications and got no answers. Seems nobody needs an accountant right now.   „He would have wanted more and you know that.“ Nora presses me closer.  „I know“ I murmur.  10 days, I think. I have ten days to land a job or I can wave the USA goodbye.

Gregs POV

„What the fucking hell? Are you kidding me? She wrote what in her testament?“

„To get your heritage you have to marry and stay married for at least a year.“ I shout Tyler, my lawyer, an angry look.