When his eyes met Sully’s, he felt a jolt of disappointment. Sully smiled and reached out to give him their characteristic half hug, a pat on the back and their secret handshake. “Hey brother!”
Spencer engaged albeit half-heartedly and Sully noticed immediately. He didn’t say anything, yet his steel-blue eyes searched Spencer, who coolly evaded his gaze.
As Sully walked into the suite and was about to start small talk, he stopped in his tracks and noticed the two men in suits at the table. He wasn’t sure if they were from Diamond Records or investors for KMK.
Motioning to the table Spencer nodded at him. “Take a seat, Sull.”
He did as Spencer had requested and noticed that Sean headed into the living area, taking a seat on the sofa and picking up a magazine to flip through it. Sully glanced down and noticed a manila envelope in the center of the table. He felt his stomach turn. He didn’t know what was going on, but it didn’t seem good.
He secretly prayed he wasn’t getting sued. Everyone seemed so serious. He sniffled and forced a grin wishing he had done more than one bump before leaving his room to come to the meeting. “What’s going on, Spence? Who do you have with you here?”
Spencer took his seat at the table. “Sully, this is Edward. You haven’t met him in person, but you’ve spoken to him on the phone when my grandmother died and we talked about her estate.”
He nodded. “Oh yeah. Hey Edward. Good to meet you in person finally.” They exchanged a handshake.
Spencer went on to introduce them to the McKenna estate’s attorney, Steven. He then leaned in and pushed the envelope forward. “Mr. O’Sullivan, there’s a problem with your meeting the terms and conditions as outlined in the inheritance agreement. Last night Mr. Finley asked you to complete a drug test. We’ve received word that the result of that test was positive.”
Sully swallowed hard and felt anxiety washing over him. He didn’t like how this was shaping up. He nodded remorsefully. “Yeah it was. I’m sorry.”
Spencer stared at him unfazed. “It’s a little too late for sorry, Sull. You’ve been doing this quite a bit on tour from what I hear. And then there are other things too.” He sighed and shifted his attention to Steven. “You can proceed.”
He met Sully’s eyes again. “Mr. O’Sullivan as a result of your continued illegal drug abuse and the infidelity within your marriage you’re in violation of clause twelve in the terms and conditions of the inheritance agreement awarded to you by Matilda Grace Lindley McKenna. As a result, your remaining payout of eight million dollars has been frozen and revoked. All assets that were willed to you within the estate have been repossessed and will returned to the executor of the trust.”
Sully’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? Wait a minute. I… I didn’t mean to. I can go to rehab. I can stop whenever I want. I told Kit it was one groupie I didn’t know. All I did was kiss her—nothing else happened and I can prove that. I don’t understand. How do we reverse this? And by assets, do you mean my Steinway is being repossessed?”
Steven nodded. “Yes. It’s impossible to appeal this decision as it was the last will and testament of the late Mrs. McKenna. She made her terms and conditions very clear in the inheritance agreement that you signed. When you signed the agreement were you under the influence of any drugs or alcohol at the time?”
He cast his eyes down, let out a defeated sigh and shook his head as he ran his fingers through his hair. “No. I knew about that clause. I had my attorney review it. I read the contract. I understood the terms. I just… Shit, I just forgot.”
Spencer couldn’t hold back any longer. His blue-green eyes blazed with rage, his anger bubbling up the surface as he slammed his fist down on the table. “You forgot?”
He pushed his chair back and shot up, towering over Sully and glaring down at him. “So I guess doing all that blow and fucking groupies is no big deal ‘cuz you’re an entitled rock star and that all comes with the territory, right? And I guess someone like my sister should have expected that from you, right? While she was sitting home, trusting you with her heart as she worked her ass off to catapult you and your fucking band to stardom.”
Sully squirmed in his seat as he stared up at Spencer who continued in a heated tone. “Oh no, no, wait one fucking minute. She put some of her own dreams on hold for you because she’s constantly been cleaning up after your jacked up shit. Ok, got it. You fucking forgot.”
He leaned down, placing a hand on each arm of Sully’s chair and got into his face ominously meeting his eyes. “Well, I’ll tell you what, Sully Foxx or Patrick O’Sullivan or whatever the fuck you call yourself, you can forget being a part of this family. I’m done. Get the hell out of my suite.” Spencer stood up and pointed to the door.
Steven slid the envelope across the table to Sully. “Mr. O’Sullivan, these are your copies of the documents stating everything we’ve discussed. Mr. McKenna has retained the original copies. If you need additional copies for any reason, you’ll need to contact me and I’ll get them for you.”
Sully nodded and then looked up at Spencer. “Can I have a word with you? Privately.”
Edward and Steven quickly and quietly left the suite. Sean approached both of them and gave Sully a cautionary glance. “Five minutes then we need to get
