Daddy’s Little Heiress by Lila Fox
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Cason held her hand as they walked into the lawyer’s office.
“I’m scared.”
Cason stopped and cupped her face. “There is nothing to be afraid of. Do you really think I’d let anyone hurt you?”
She relaxed and shook her head. “No.”
“Good.”
Cason gave their names to the receptionist.
“He’s waiting. Follow me, please.”
The woman opened the door to let them in and then left right away.
The older man looked up, pulled off his glasses, and came around the desk.
“Young lady, you were supposed to come to see me when you got back from college. I’ve even left messages at the house.”
“I didn’t know, sir. No one told me.”
“I figured that was it. When I saw your picture in the newspaper, I tracked you down.” He smiled at her. “My name is Jefferson Morrison, and your father and I were good friends. I still miss him.”
“I miss him, too.”
“I’m Cason Buchanan, Lacey’s husband.”
“Yes, I saw that in the paper. I have to admit I checked into you. I wanted to make sure our girl was in the right hands.”
“I understand perfectly.”
They shook hands, and then the man indicated the two chairs. “Have a seat.”
Cason pulled her chair close to his and then held her hand.
“I’d like to go over your father’s will with you.”
“Yes, sir.”
The man went through a list of things her father gave to other people and then came to her.
“He wanted you to get three-fourth of everything and your mother the rest, but now that she’s in jail and will be for the rest of her life, you get it all. Now that you’re married, too, your husband will be in charge of it.”
She looked over at Cason and saw him shake his head.
“No, keep everything in her name. If she agrees and you trust them, the people who are taking care of it can keep doing it.”
She nodded. “Yes, but can’t we use some of it and start a non-profit that will help with human trafficking?”
“I think that’s a great idea.” He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles.
“That’s an excellent endeavor, young lady. It’s a horrendous thing to have women and children kidnapped and sold into slavery.”
“I agree.”
“How about I set up an account in your name right now and transfer money over to it. You’ll have to think of a name for the organization, but once you have that, I can help with the paperwork.”
“That would be wonderful. I know I wouldn’t know where to start.” She looked at Cason.
“I can start a business, baby, but this is a whole new can of worms. You and I will research it and find people that can help. All right?”
“Yes.”
“I have a few names of people who would help you start it.”
She smiled at the lawyer. “Thank you so much.”
“I just wish your father could see you now. He’d be so proud of you.”
She felt her eyes fill with tears and blinked them away. “I hope so.”
“Do you know what figure you’d like to start with?”
She looked over at Cason. “What do you think?”
“I say you choose. If you need more, just call Jefferson.”
“I’ve never asked how much the estate is worth.”
Jefferson laughed. “Neither of you know?”
They shook their heads.
Jefferson looked down at a file and then smiled. “As of right now, it’s two-point six billion dollars.”
Her mouth fell open. She’d known it was a lot but not that high. She grinned when she saw Cason’s shock.
“You know, if you put say, one billion in an account, the interest you’d make would run the business forever,” Jefferson told them.
She wanted to scream and jump up and down. “Yes, let’s do that.”
“I’ll get it set up in an account that pays good interest. We’ll figure it all out.”
The lawyer chuckled. “Your husband looks a little shell-shocked.”
She giggled. “Yes.”
Jefferson stood and came around the desk.
“How about if we meet next week, and we’ll see where to go from there.”
Cason pulled her up to stand next to him and then shook Jefferson’s hand.
The older man grinned. “It was very nice to meet you both.”
Lacey impulsively hugged the lawyer. The man blushed but look happy and surprised.
“Thank you so much. I’m glad my father had you as a friend.”
“I never married or had children, so I live vicariously through my friends that do.”
Cason grinned. “Well, I want you to be a part of our family. Our children are going to need a grandparent. My parents are gone, and basically, hers are, too.”
Jefferson’s eyes widened in shock. “Oh, my. I would enjoy that.”
Cason shook the man’s hand. “Good. We’ll see you next week.”
“Yes.”
Cason wrapped an arm around her waist and walked outside.
She looked up at him. “Thank you for thinking about that. I think he’s going to make a great grandparent.”
Cason nodded. “I do, too. Ready to go back home?”
“Yes.”
He lifted her into the truck and belted her seatbelt.
He glanced over at her when they pulled out. “What do you want to do to the house you used to live in, baby?”
“Do you want to live there?”
“Not if I don’t have to,” he said and grinned.
She laughed. “Me, either. Let’s sell it and use the proceeds to find some office space to start the non-profit. Maybe we can find some building close to yours.”
“Good idea.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to use any of the money for your business? There’s so much, and we’ll never be able to spend it all in ten lifetimes.”
He reached for her hand. “No, Devon and I used part of our pensions, and it’s off to a great start. I think it’s going to grow as Travis’s business did. We’re already bringing in other partners.”
“Well, it’s there if you ever need it.”
“Do you want to find a house to buy?”
She thought about it for a moment. “Can we stay in the condo until we start having children?”
He smiled at her. “We can do whatever you want.”
“Okay, good. The only thing I don’t like about it is there’s no parking.”
“You don’t have to worry about that. We just bought the plot behind us, and we’ll turn that into a parking garage for the business. Besides, I’m going to insist you have a driver, baby. Would that be okay?”
“Yes, I don’t like driving in cities. I really haven’t had a chance to since I was in college, and that was always with a bodyguard sitting nervously beside me.” She grinned.
“Good, because I don’t like you driving in them either. Are you ready to go home, Mrs. Buchanan?”
“Yes, and I’m never going to get tired of hearing that, Mr. Buchanan.”
“Good, because you’re stuck with me.”
“God, I hope so.”
