Y/n's pov:
You were stressed. The new project was overwhelming, but thanks to Alex, you didn't have to do everything alone. Your father took another day off and probably took care of your mother's testament. He had asked you to keep some free time in the afternoon for him and the executor. They wanted to talk with you about your mother's last will. If you were honest, you didn't want to inherit anything from her. She already gave you enough of her time and love when she lived. You had planned in an hour for the talk with the executor and looked at your watch every few minutes.
"It's almost time." You thought nervously.
They agreed to meet in your office, and you were glad about that. A soft knock was heard on the door.
"Come in." You said and looked up from the blueprint you were currently working on.
Your father and an unfamiliar woman stepped in. You immediately stood up and greeted them with a bow.
"You must be Mrs. Y/l/n's daughter?" The woman said.
