Kate's patience had reached its limit. She smiled at Anderson and said, 'I appreciate your concern, and I understand that you're simply doing your duty. But you must understand, I'm not going to change my mind. If there are papers I must sign to decline this, please draw them up.'
Anderson realized that any further protests now would be wasted. She needed time. 'Very well,' he said. 'It will take me a day or two to notify everyone and to put together the documents. I'll let you know when they're ready.'
'May I have the photos of my father now?' she asked.
'Of course,' he replied and reached into his drawer to retrieve a large manila envelope for her.
'Thank you,' she said. 'Could we go?' she asked Dylan.
'Sure thing,' he answered. He moved aside to let her walk ahead of him and kept his eye on the brothers as he passed them. They were all but bursting at the seams with the joy of their victory.
'I'll walk out with you,' Anderson offered.
The three passed through the outer office and headed for the stairs.
'I'll be in touch with you soon,' he said as he accompanied them down the hall. 'I urge you to think about this tonight. Perhaps you'll change your mind.'
'It's going to be difficult to explain all of this to my sisters. I knew when I came here that I would meet our relatives, but I certainly didn't expect they would be so…'
Anderson smiled. 'I know. They're hard to describe, aren't they?'
Kate laughed then. 'Yes. At least I have the- Oh… I forgot the disk.' She spun around and rushed back into the outer office before Dylan could stop her.
She could hear laughter and the sound of glasses clinking together. She reached for the doorknob, but something else caught her attention. She froze. The brothers seemed to be having a grand celebration. They laughed uproariously when one of them made a joke about her family.
Kate stood at the door and listened for a couple of seconds. That was all the time she needed.
When she opened it and marched into the room, the laughter came to an abrupt halt. She didn't spare her cousins a glance, but walked to her chair and picked up the disk she had dropped. Then she swung around and reached for the binder on the desk.
'What are you doing?' Roger demanded.
'You've changed my mind. I'll be needing this after all,' she said, as she turned around to face their stares.
With the binder clutched to her chest, she walked back to the door where Dylan stood waiting.
As the door closed behind her, she looked over her shoulder and calmly said, 'Oh, don't let me interrupt you, cousins. Please. Carry on. One of you was just calling my mother a whore.'
Chapter Twenty-five
'What the hell was that?' dylan posed the question as they crossed the lobby.
'You're going to have to be a little more specific,' she said. 'Which hell are you referring to?'
Anderson Smith, beaming like a proud parent whose child has performed way beyond his expectations, chased after them.
'Miss MacKenna… Kate, Kate, please, wait just a minute.'
For a split second Kate considered running from him. She desperately wanted to get away from the relatives with all possible haste, but not at the attorney's expense. It wasn't his fault that his client had been such a foul old man. She also couldn't blame him for the vile relatives. Anderson seemed to be just as shocked and repulsed by their behavior as she and Dylan were.
Forcing a smile, she turned around and waited for the attorney to reach her.
'Yes?'
'I was so pleased to hear you say you have decided to accept your inheritance. Shall I expect you here tomorrow at three? Your uncle's accountants and advisors will be ready to answer any questions you will surely have after you've looked through the report, and they will also witness your signature.' He took a breath and added, 'And I will of course continue to do my best to guide you until the transfer is complete and until you name a new firm to represent you.'
'I have no plans to replace you, Anderson,' she assured.
He was obviously thrilled with her decision. He clasped her hand. 'Wonderful, wonderful.'
'But the eighty million-'
'Actually, my dear, your uncle understated the value.'
She blinked. 'I'm sorry?'
'Your inheritance is considerably more than eighty million.'
'Oh… and you will continue to represent…' Her voice trailed away.
'Will I see you tomorrow at three?'
He was moving too fast for her. Everything was moving too fast. 'I'll need time to read… tonight… and tomorrow…' She looked frantically at Dylan for help. She couldn't seem to get the words out. She thought she must sound moronic.
Dylan thought she sounded as dazed as she looked.
'Could Kate get back to you about the meeting? She could call you in the morning to let you know when to schedule it. Don't do anything until you hear from her.'
She was nodding eagerly. 'Yes, I'll call you.'
Anderson pointed to the binder she was gripping. 'You have quite a bit to read tonight and to absorb. I've printed out the arrangements for your uncle's burial in the event you wish to attend, though I would encourage you not to.' He patted her hand and stepped back. 'As your attorney,' he said with a smile, 'I want you to feel that you can call me at any time, day or night, with questions or concerns. My card is inside the binder with each of my numerous phone numbers.'
'Thank you,' she said.
She started to turn away, then stopped. 'About this meeting…'
'Yes?'
'Will the cousins be there?' She was proud of herself. She'd said 'cousins' without flinching or gagging.
He was sympathetic. 'I'm sorry to say they will have to be invited. Your uncle's instructions were quite specific. I didn't question his motive when he told me his wishes, but it's my belief he wanted the brothers to see firsthand what they'd be losing. Their presence isn't mandatory, however, because their shares of the estate have already been assigned to them. The same applies to your sisters, Kiera and Isabel. You are the only one who has to be present to sign anything.
'If you had refused the inheritance, I am confident the three nephews would ultimately be the next in line to receive it, since they maintained contact with your uncle while he was alive. His will explicitly limits what he has bequeathed to your sisters, so I doubt they would be able to lay claim to the larger estate. I guess what I am trying to say is that it all rests with you.'
He spoke more to Dylan than to her when he said, 'I cannot impress upon you strongly enough the importance of continuing to be cautious.' Taking her hand again, he said, 'I don't want you to be concerned about any of your relatives barging into the meeting with a weapon. There will be sufficient security, I assure you.'
She thought he was making a lame attempt at a joke until he addressed Dylan again.
'My security guard has informed me that the serial number on the gun he confiscated had indeed been filed away.'
'I'm not surprised,' Dylan replied. 'Did he call it in, and did he check on a permit?'
'Yes, he did. The police are on their way.'
'That's good to hear.'
Anderson finally let them escape. They were crossing the lobby when Dylan spotted the security guard anxiously waiting in the shadows near the entrance.
Kate tried to walk ahead to the door, but Dylan grabbed her arm. 'Hold on a minute.'
