THE JACPOT
Taylor left the house in disbelief. She had mixed feelings of both happiness and surprise. She pulled out her phone and dialed Maureen's number as she ignited her car and drove out of the house. "Babe, where are you?" "Are you at work?" She asked Maureen. Maureen heaved a long sigh. "It's Friday night, girl! "I'm relaxing," she drawled. "At where? "I know you're never at home on Fridays," Taylor stated. "Definitely not home; I'm somewhere safe with someone cool," she intoned. "That's not a location!" You know what? "I have big, big news; I just left my family house; today is my dad's memorial; the lawyer came around, and you wouldn't believe what happened," she said in a rush. "What! "You went back to that coven?" Maureen said she was almost yelling. "Like, you met that witch?" "Easy girl, that's not even the gist; my dad left me a fortune," she said finally. "Girl!" "I'm at JB Hotels; I can't wait to get the gist; come over quickly." Maureen urged.
The call ended, and she drove straight to the location. Minutes later, she was settled in the bar with some whiskey in her hand, waiting for Maureen. She observed a man harassing a young waiter to her left, a few meters away from her. The middle-aged, rough-looking man was bald and was with a friend who had an obnoxious tattoo of a cross on the left side of his face. The bald man ran his hand through the waiter's back and placed it on her bum, squeezing it slightly. The waiter flinched and spilled the drink on his tattooed friend, who had a lady by his side with her hand dipped in his pants. The tattooed man yelled in disgust and asked if the waiter was blind, causing a scene. The lady by his side got up immediately while licking her fingers. "Come back later," he said to her sternly, then he faced the waiter. The bald man who caused her to flinch relaxed in his chair with a cigarette in his hand and watched the poor waiter fidget and stutter as she apologized to his tattooed friend. Taylor got up to interfere but was interrupted by Maureen, who saw what happened. "I've got this; relax," she said and walked to the scene. Taylor sat back, focused on what Maureen would do. "Sweetheart, you may leave now," she said to the waiter, who had tears stuck to her eyes and was clearly embarrassed. The bald man chuckled lightly and said, "Look who's here, Maureen!" "One of Max's plenty cheap hoes," he said condescendingly. Maureen smirked and folded her arms stylishly. "Well said, you know, coming from a man whose sidekick was fucking his wife." The man launched to his feet in rage while his tattooed friend rose to his full height slowly and asked, "What did you say?" He asked with a fiery gaze while resting his hand on his bald friend and motioning for him to step back. Maureen scoffed, "I'm unashamedly a sidechick, with a lot of class; I'm unlike your wife, who was filmed choking on your butler's dick." The man clenched his fist and was about to explode, but the manager intervened. He slightly pulled Maureen aside and spoke to the men. "Really guys, harassing a staff is an offense here!" "How about you kindly leave?" he said politely. "Shagging this whore would jinx that career you're trying to save," the bald man said to the manager as he pointed to Maureen. "This whore is better than those miserable ghetto community holes you call wives, haven't you heard?" "Your wife is paying your debt with her buttholes on the street, assholes," she yelled back at them as they walked out of the bar. "Enough! Enough!" The manager asked that she keep quiet at once, saying, "I told you never to interfere with my work." If you want me to keep having you here, you've got to remember that I'm the manager. "Max, those idiots were going to harass that girl and pin the blame on her," she replied, closing the distance between them. "Didn't you say you were coming to the bar to see a friend?" Max reminded her. Then she clapped her hands and turned towards Taylor, who had been watching the entire scene the whole time. She took Max's hand and walked towards her. "I'm sorry you had to see that girl," she said with a pout. "I see that always," Taylor responded flatly. "Whatever!" "Meet my man, Max; Max, meet my home girl, Taylor." They exchanged pleasantries, and Max excused himself briefly.
Taylor shook her head in dismay. "Your man, Max?" "Really?" Maureen ordered a drink and smacked her lips, "Yes!" "He's my man," and "and the manager of this place?" Taylor asked for clarity. Maureen clicked her tongue and said, "Yes, and the youngest heir to JB's holdings." "What?" His father owns J.B. She said as she took a sip from her drink. "And you're his sidekick?" "Don't mind those mongrels; they're bad news everywhere they go," she said, insinuating that she knew the guys well. "Anyways, tell me about today, Jenna the witch? The Lawyer? Come on! "I'm all ready," she said with a frown.
Taylor exhaled sharply: "Babe, "My dad had slush funds worth twenty million dollars; he had them stashed away under the name of a paper company." "Whoa, that method is obsolete," Maureen stated. "I know, right?" "But you wouldn't believe Jenna and my three eldest brothers knew about it; they retrieved the money and shared it; Jenna put it under the name of her fashion line, Matt and James ran it through their club, while Bob had his under an art gallery." "Josh was excluded?" She asked. Taylor shook her head. "Jenna had it kept for him, but he doesn't know about it." "Crazy! So, what's the lawyer's game?" "Well, after he traced how they recovered, shared, and utilized the money, he remained silent until today." She paused a bit while Maureen tried to wrap her head around what she was saying. Apparently, my dad knew this would happen! He stated in his will and even made a video about it that if the fund were found and shared equally, the lawyer should sell his shares to MightyTell and distribute them among the entire family, but if anyone was left out, all his shares would be transferred to that person regardless of who it was," Taylor said with a smile and a relaxed back. "Guess who they kicked out and didn't give a penny of the fund?" "Damn!" Maureen slammed the table: "Babe, you're fucking rich!" You just hit the jackpot. Wait! Tell me how many percent of the shares would be yours." Taylor looked around, leaned toward Maureen, and whispered, "Twenty-six." Maureen's eyes were dilated. "Wait! You fucking own 26% of MightyTell? That large tech company, I'm going to stick with you till I die, whaaaat! Baabbe! Your old man is a smart ass. He knew Jenna was a bloody, unrepentant witch; he knew she was going to treat you that way. Yes, Babe, he also knew they were going to recover the fund and exclude me. "Who's the boss now?" Maureen asked, sticking her tongue out while she danced in her seat, "Tell 'em Bitches! "My girl just tops the list of you rich bitches." Taylor relaxed into her seat and smiled while watching Maureen act all excited.