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Mrs Justin Beynang sat in her lawyer’s office waiting for the instructions on how to read her husband’s will and get the paperwork for his office reopening and official operational changes after his demise. Business had carried on as usual but so many things had not been officially cleared up about how the gap he had devastatingly left will affect the structure of the organisation – the good news is no one was losing their jobs, actually there was recruitment and career progression news on the horizon which she knew will motivate the workers more.
It was time for her to step up her game and step into his shoe, he had left a business to run and workers on payroll, so even in mourning she had to take over the reins.
She had no sons with Justin but in the interim was very capable of running the fort until Dinah was ready to make it work and return home, the likelihood of that happening was statistically 1:million with serious prayers and cajoling. Dinah always rebuffed the idea saying she wasn’t cut out for her dad’s line of business. In essence that was the truth, Candice her last daughter was more of the iron fist in the family but was still completing her Degree and had plans to travel for further studies with Dinah in London.
The death of their dad had dented the plans for now but Candice showed signs of depression – she was one of those people who internalised her worries till they erupted in the worse kind of anger or breakdown crisis. Her present state was greatly affecting the internship her dad had secured for her through his contacts at the ministry of finance – she was barely able to wake up and turn up to work and was losing significant weight. So here she stood battling to drag one daughter out of a deep dark place and another million miles away to consider returning home – until all her plans were successful the only person who could take over Justin remained her – a realisation that stirred her drive for success.
Within a day Mrs Beynang had run the course of the courts and the lawyer’s offices three times but could not anticipate how her day was going to end. Lawyer Emerson who was a long time friend of the family sat at his table and categorically told her that she had to still herself for the will reading, and she couldn’t counter the will because it was already authenticated in her husband’s sound state of health and mind and the seal and signatures were on the envelopes.
The two lawyers present were assigned trustees and executors of the will, they joined in from the high court and formed part of the team who were assigned to execute the will in the demise of the testator. The majority of Justin’s assets were passed unto his family but a certain charity was passed on some pecuniary assets in his businesses in the UK , that didn’t come to his wife as a surprise because she knew he had a regular gift set up to that charity for over 20 years.
Mrs Beynang left the legal confines of Emerson’s office short of words… Something about the will was so out of place… Was this a mistake and if so, why? why on earth would Dinah have 20% share , Candice 20% share of her dad’s business and Melissa who was just a friend to Dinah 25% while she who was his wife left with 35% and all their landed property!
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This weekend getaway was something Melissa, Catherine and Dinah had planned for ages. The workload was taking its toll and there was a major issue across all three friends on work-life balance or imbalance that needed to be addressed, every single one of them was suffering the effects of a very successful career and no time for the good things in life they all aspired towards.
The three friends seem to be paying a hash price for the good life and six/seven digit salaries in the heart of the London city. Catherine and Dinah were all in the banking sector and in their own way they felt like the women Wolfs of wall street, while Melissa, the wheeler-dealer of international development had somehow with her political science degree and MSc in development had ended in International Development, meaning her trips around the third world were a lot frequent than she had anticipated – but in all it looked like she loved her job more than her two besties.
In the heart of all the whir and fuzz, the only thing that kept them on track was their sisterhood – their friendship was all they had had for decades and they sure knew how to feed the very essence of it as much as they could. They had an insatiable quest for value in what they held most dear and that was each other or so they presumed. Trying their best to nourish and cherish the bond of sisterhood and friendship which they all shared.
Meeting at Heathrow was a well thought-out plan for their vacation – Heathrow was the closest to one person’s geographic location but a fair share of travel for all. The person who lived closest had to make sure coffee and croissants were waiting at the airport and all the necessary information was available before all the others got there to check-in, so there was no complaining from Dinah who bore the brunt of living twenty minutes from the airport, she required less travel, but had to hold the fort for Mellissa and Catherine.
When all three finally gathered at the landmark location with giddy excitement and embrace it was already time to check-in to their flight which they bungled their ecstatic selves on-time after giggles and hugs and insults and banter about anything and everything but more importantly who had put on the most weight, their number one best conversation of all times, they all agreed that Mellissa looked a little on the ‘fat’ side and her boobs were huge making her cleavage unbearably obviously distracting in her low-cut blouse.
The flight took off with three ladies holding hands and whispering their usual mantra for take-off panic – ‘be gone with it be gone all fears’ – the sun rose with the terrain underneath the skies from above – Ibiza was their destination of choice and well so.