from Ruby and my parents, there was a crisp, white, expensive looking, watermarked business envelope addressed to me.
Correspondence by mail by anyone toward me was a rarity with me being a stay at home partner and completely reliant on Kace for everything. So when I saw the expensive looking envelope with the lawyer’s stamp on the back I was anxious to know what it was about.
Pushing my fingernail under the seal, I ripped it open while I headed in the direction of the elevator to go back to the condo. Expensive watermarked paper with gold embossed lettering stated that it was from Sherman, Braun, and Partners, Attorneys at Law, Will & Probate specialists, and it showed an address in New York. Bunching my brows, I frowned, wondering what in the hell a law firm was doing writing to me.
Dear Ms. Jenner,
We are writing to inform you that as of the 20th April 2014, you are now in control of the trust fund set up in your name by George Alexander Jenner, on 13th May 1991. Please contact Mr. Francis Sherman at the above address at your earliest convenience, to claim control of said trust and complete the necessary transfer of title deeds for property in your trust. If you have any questions regarding this correspondence please do not hesitate to contact me during office hours. I look forward to hearing from you.
Yours faithfully
Francis Sherman, P.A.
My legs buckled and a grabbed a hold of the mail box to steady myself. After reading the letter for the sixth time, I pulled out my cell to call the number. I was trembling and my heart was almost beating out of my chest, because I so needed what the letter to be true.
My fingers were shaking so badly I could hardly punch in the number out. As the line connected, adrenaline coursed through my body at such speed that it made my heart pound even faster than the effect of the letter and I had a metallic taste of shock in my mouth.
After several minutes of speaking with the fast talking New York lawyer, Mr. Sherman, I learned that I was the owner of a small apartment in New York and I had a trust fund of eight hundred thousand dollars. Everything he had said sounded incredulous.
My dad’s father, my grandfather, had left my parents a house worth two hundred thousand dollars and about eighty thousand in cash, but there was no mention of me in his will that I was aware of. I was only a baby when he died.
Ringing my dad to check if this was true, my heart fell to the pit of my stomach when he told me he knew nothing about any apartment, or other money belonging to my grandfather. So I called Mr. Sherman back and asked him to talk to my dad, because I had begun to think the whole thing was a hoax.
When my dad called me back, I could hear the smile and excitement in his voice. “It’s true, honey. I spoke with your attorney and he’s Frank Sherman you're granddad's friend. He wasn't able to tell me about the trust before due to client privilege, but as you gave permission, he told me that the apartment had been rented out for all this time and maintained by the trust fund. Until recently it had a life-long friend of your grandfather’s living in it, but he died and as soon as he did your trust fund was to be released to you. Mr. Dunn died last month, so the lawyers had twenty eight days grace to wrap up his affairs and free it up to pass on to you.”
Stunned, my dad was as stumped as I was about my inheritance. He had no idea my grandfather had this amount of money stashed anywhere. My next request to my dad should have sounded strange, but I asked my dad not to tell anyone, until I had my head clear about what this meant to me.
Twenty four hours later, when Kace had gone to work, I met with Mr. Sherman at a local hotel. Coincidently he was flying to Florida on vacation hence the speed of our meeting. “For twenty odd years I’ve wondered what you looked like. You have a lot of your grandmother in you, she was a very beautiful woman as well.”
Explaining that he was also a