It was the first time a stranger had shown me such difference in this house. Normally, Marks guests treated me like an invisible being or a free servant. The secretary placed the briefcase on the coffee table, which was dirty with the remnants of the party. The sound of the briefcase’s latch opening, a click, resonated sharply in the suffocating silence. Mark, who was collapsed on the floor, slightly raised his head. His eyes were fixed on the briefcase with a mixture of fear and greedy curiosity. Perhaps in some corner of his rotten heart, he still hoped for a small share. Mr. Harrison took out a large brown envelope sealed with red wax bearing the official logo of a notary.
He held the envelope carefully as if it were a precious relic. He explained to everyone present that his visit today was not actually to attend Mark’s stupid party, but to execute the last will of the late Mrs. Vance. Mr. Harrison recounted that a week before she passed away, Mrs. Vance had secretly called the notary and him to the hospital to draft this will. Mrs. Vance sensed her time was running out and wanted to ensure her only daughter’s future was secure, and she also wanted to pass her final judgment on her son-in-law. Mr. Harrison slowly broke the seal on the envelope. The sound of tearing paper was painful.
He pulled out several sheets of thick paper. Mark held his breath. You could see the tension in his neck. Jessica, trapped near the door, also pricked up her ears. Her materialistic nature made her curious about the amount of assets that would be mentioned. Mr. Harrison began to read the contents of the will in a loud, clear voice. The first point specified the list of Mrs. Vance’s assets, a list so long it would leave anyone who heard it speechless. From the majority stake in the parent company where Mark worked to several commercial buildings downtown, vast tracks of land on the outskirts, and huge cash deposits in various banks.