"Yeah, she's right. It's quite unfair that you didn't inherit anything from your late dad. I wouldn't want the world to call me heartless. My lawyer will email you the details later".
I smiled, remembering those words. My stepmother could pass for a clown. If you had seen her innocent looks as she was making those claims...
I brushed off the sarcastic comment from my stepmother and decided to confront the situation head-on. Determination fueled my every step as I walked out of the house, leaving behind the echoes of her mocking laughter. The city lights blurred in my peripheral vision as I hailed a cab to my father's company.
As I approached the building, a sense of eerie silence hung in the air. The once bustling workplace now stands almost deserted, a ghost town echoing the aftermath of a financial collapse. Most employees had packed up and left after the grim announcement of the company going bankrupt.
