It was a day like any other day, you just barely surviving. Your meager paycheck just getting you by every month (which paid for your poorly developed, yet weirdly pricy apartment). Of course, with you failing to get into your college of choice, you didn’t really have much choice but to spend your time working.
Then it came.
One day, you were just heading to your mailbox, hoping to find your usual junk mail, magazine subscription and perhaps the off chance of the rare jury duty.
So, it was quite the surprise for you to see a girl dressed in a maid outfit standing in front of your mailbox, almost struggling to try to figure something out. It was odd since it’s not everyday you see a maid in broad daylight, even one who was quite chubby and had pale skin (a cute, chubby face though) with white hair.
In her chubby hands was a large manila envelope that she held tightly against her pillowy body – and her pale face was tinted red.
Figuring that you’re not a jerk, you slowly approach the girl hoping that you could help her… Heck, she was a little curvier than the average girl, but that wasn’t a bad thing in your eyes, and she was cute. “Excuse me, do you need some help?”
The albino maid jumped slightly, dropping the envelope when you called out to her. When she realized how close you were, she slowly began to inch away. Okay, she’s obviously scared, so you slowly reach down for the envelope and hold it up to her. “Here, you dropped… This?”
You were a little surprised when the maid ran off, leaving you standing in front of the mailboxes with a confused look on your face and the envelope in your hands. “… That was… Weird…”
With a shrug, you look at the envelope, maybe the girl’s name was on it… But you raise an eyebrow when you realize that your name is written on the address. So, the envelope is yours, but why did the maid have this?
-Ten minutes and a diet coke later-
Alright, in your mess of a room, you opened the envelope to find a bunch of legal papers (you didn’t know how to speak legallease, so you couldn’t understand it), but then you came across a regular letter that summed up the situation.
Apparently, your Uncle Lucas (you heard the name before, and knew that he passed away) had left everything he owned to you… Apparently you got a copy of his will. Back to the letter though, you read that in order to claim your inheritance you had to head to the return address that was on the envelope and sign some papers.
Honestly, this sounded so weird.
But with a shrug of your shoulders, you figure, what the hell do you have to lose?
Besides, you were still curious about that cute, chubby maid. And why she was delivering the will and letter herself rather than allow the postal system to do its job…
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