There were three Frobisher siblings. Each hated the others.
Dominic was eldest. The others hated him because he was successful. Cynthia was next and was detested because she’d divorced four husbands and was still playing the field. Clive was dependent on State support and illegal substances, never having worked in his life.
Theodore Frobisher had been a moderately successful travel author. The siblings were gathered at the office of Raymond Hankin, their father’s solicitor for the reading of Theodore’s will.
Dominic, being business-oriented, had already valued the estate at a pre-tax £1.8 million, give or take a few uncertainties, and had worked out the investment potential of his expected share.
Mr Hankin peered over his half-moon glasses. ‘Thank you, Dominic, for informing me so promptly of your father’s sad death as I could complete all the necessary formalities quicker.’ He cleared his throat. ‘After all due fees and deductions, and the valuation of your father’s property, and in plain English.’ He glanced meaningfully at Clive; this is what you have come here to hear.
‘To Clive I bequeath £10,000, because I don’t want him to squander any more than that.’ Clive looked stunned.
‘To Cynthia I leave £5,000 to hire a shark lawyer and increase her already adequate alimony.’
‘Dominic has all he needs but I leave him £25,000 for having the decency to visit me more than once in twenty years. Twice in fact.’
The siblings regarded each other and Hankin with a mixture of fury and astonishment.
Dominic spoke up. ‘But that’s only £40,000. What about the rest?’
Hankin spoke into his intercom. ‘Send the lady in.’
A tall, elegant African lady walked in. Cynthia estimated sourly that she was probably in her late twenties.
Hankin waved to her. ‘This is Kehlani Frobisher. Your father rescued her as a baby from the Rwanda genocide in 1994. Your parents formally adopted her in 2000. She receives the balance of the inheritance.’
Chaos ensued. Hankin smiled toward Kehlani and shrugged.
Dominic spluttered, ‘I will challenge this.’
Hankin smiled again. ‘Feel free. It will be at your own expense.’