The Heart of assassin
The lawyers didn’t say a word as they matched from the room, muscles ripping with clean manly faces not even looking at my direction. I washed as the possession goes down the steps and outside the door before sighting a man Martins David, a short round balding man who was the lawyer for my father estate, he was gazing at my breast
Mr Martins ” Juliet” should I call you Juliet? sure I replied
Mr Martins : as you can see their is nothing left in for your father than the #50000 in your account
me : what about my car?
Mr Martins : am afraid that car is still in your father’s name
me : not even the Toyota Camry or Volkswagen?
Mr Martins : am afraid not Juliet, that was still in your father’s name
I was about to pee on my pant as reality was about to finally get grip of me. “well Juliet if you don’t have any more question you may take your live” said Mr Martins I look stunned with tears forming in my eyes “you have to live the house By end of this month” his words sound like bomb to my heart. He stood up jogging the papers he still held an ushered me out of the room. I was on the list of lost, if I could choose the same path my father chose why did my father live me? didn’t he know that I still needed him.