The receptionist directed me to the waiting area, and that’s when I saw them. The bratty duo from the plane. I froze in the doorway as the father stared at me, my heart pounding in my ears. What were they doing here? My mind raced as I tried to make sense of it. And then it hit me — they were here for the same reason I was. They must be related to my grandmother’s sister somehow. I couldn’t believe the coincidence.I’ve never been one to believe in fate or destiny or any of that. Life is what you make of it, right? But sitting in that stuffy lawyer’s office, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something bigger was at play.
The lawyer, Mr. Thompson, was the kind of man who seemed like he was born in a three-piece suit. He cleared his throat, the sound cutting through the tension that had been building since we sat down and he introduced us all. “Thank you all for being here,” he began, his voice smooth as silk.“As you know, the late Ms. Harper had no children of her own, but she was fond of her nieces and nephews. It was her wish that her estate be passed on to one of her sisters’ grandchildren.” I glanced over at Richard, the bratty teen’s father, sitting with his arms crossed, a smug look on his face like he already knew he’d won. Mr. Thompson continued, oblivious to the tension. “Ms. Harper, in her unique way, decided to leave this decision up to a coin toss. She believed that fate would guide her fortune to the right person.”“Unique” was one way to put it. Crazy might have been another, but I kept that thought to myself. I mean, who decides to leave their entire estate to someone based on a coin toss? Richard scoffed, rolling his eyes. “A coin toss? You’ve got to be kidding me.” Mr. Thompson looked up, his expression unchanging. “It was her final wish.” Mr. Thompson pulled out a silver coin from his pocket and held it up. It caught the light from the window. My breath hitched as he placed the coin on his thumb, ready to flip it.“This coin toss will determine who inherits Ms. Harper’s estate,” he said, his voice steady. “Heads, it goes to Ms. Rogers. Tails, it goes to Mr. Gray.” The room fell into a tense silence, and I could almost hear the sound of my own heartbeat. I glanced at Richard, who was suddenly very still, his eyes locked on the coin. Dean had finally stopped fidgeting. Mr. Thompson flicked his thumb, and the coin spun in the air, catching the light with every rotation.Time seemed to slow as I watched it spin, my entire future hanging on the outcome of this one ridiculous coin toss. It felt like forever before the coin finally landed on the table with a soft clink. Heads. I blinked, not quite processing what I was seeing. Heads. I won. The estate and everything was mine. Richard was the first to react. He shot up from his seat, his face flushed with anger.“This is bull!” he shouted, slamming his fist on the table. “I’ve got debts, serious debts! I was counting on this money!” Mr. Thompson remained calm, his expression unchanged. “I’m afraid the decision is final.” “But I deserve that money!” Richard’s voice was rising, desperation creeping in around the edges. “I’ve got bills to pay! I—” “That’s not my concern,” Mr. Thompson interrupted, his voice cool and detached. “The will is clear. The estate goes to Ms. Rogers.” Dean looked from his father to me, his bravado from earlier completely gone.I sat there, stunned, as the reality of what had just happened began to sink in. I won. I actually won. But instead of the joy or relief I expected to feel, all I felt was this strange sense of disbelief, like I was watching it all happen to someone else. Richard slumped back in his chair, and all the fight drained out of him. He looked at me, his eyes full of anger and something else, something that looked a lot like fear. “You think you deserve this?” he spat, his voice low and venomous.“You don’t even know her. You’re just some nobody who got lucky.” I opened my mouth to respond, but Mr. Thompson beat me to it. “That’s enough, Mr. Gray. The decision has been made. I suggest you accept it with grace.” Grace. There was nothing graceful about how Richard was falling apart in front of me. I could see it now, the desperation, the panic. He wasn’t just upset; he was terrified. He had counted on this inheritance, maybe even planned his whole life around it. And now it was gone.I stood up, my legs feeling shaky, and looked at Mr. Thompson. “Thank you,” I said, my voice quieter than intended. He nodded, a small, reassuring gesture. “You’re welcome, Ms. Rogers. If you have any further questions, please don’t hesitate to contact me.” I nodded back, feeling like I was in a daze. As I walked past Richard and Dean, they avoided my gaze, their earlier arrogance completely shattered. They were a far cry from the people who had mocked me on the plane.Now, they were just two people who had lost everything, and I was the one who had it all. Karma, fate, whatever you want to call it, had dealt its hand, and for once, I had come out on top. But as I thought about Richard and Dean, their faces etched with fear and anger, I couldn’t help but wonder, was it really worth it?