It was just another day in the big city. I got off from work late in the afternoon and caught a bus back home. Through the window I watched the streets become filthier with litter and the buildings older and shabbier as the bus drove me to where I lived.
I jumped off at the first stop and walked to the rundown building where I had stayed in for the past four years. I climbed the stairs and walked the hallway that had a musky smell to it and arrived at my door. Like the rest of my life, my apartment wasn't much but it was livable.
Sparsely furnished, for I scarcely had enough money to feed myself, with paint peeling off the walls, it provided me warmth and a roof overhead. I sighed, I kicked off my shoes and plopped myself down on the nearest sofa.
I didn't have much to eat during the day, and my stomach was roaring for some food. I couldn't wait to eat some spaghetti drenched in ketchup and watch an old movie on my laptop. But, as I scraped enough energy together to do just that, my phone in my pocket rang. I picked it up and answered.
"Hello? Will Turner here. Who is this?" I said.
"Good evening, Mr. Turner," said my caller, "My name is Mr. Witherberry. I'm a lawyer and I'm calling you to discuss a few details with you."
My body went rigid and I sat up, feeling my heart beginning to race in my chest. A lawyer was calling me. I didn't know much about the law, but I knew that such people meant that I'm being sued for something. Wow, wasn't this just wonderful! I had a job, a home and a big future ahead of me. I couldn't afford to get in trouble with the law.
"W-What did I do?" I heard myself asking.
"O, no, no, no," Witherberry said, "Your not in trouble. I'm calling you to discuss the details about a will that your uncle has left for you."
I calmed down. "What will?" I asked curiously.
"You see, your uncle has passed away recently and has left for you his estate, business, and fortune to you," the lawyer explained, "I'm calling to announce this to you and get you settled."
I frowned. What was this guy talking about? I remembered that I had one wealthy uncle somewhere in my family, but I knew very little about him, and the chances were good that he knew little about me. Why would he leave anything for me?
I shook my head. No, this was probably just some prank call. People didn't simply get rich overnight. That only happened in movies. I wasn't going to fall for this bullshit.
"Listen here, bucko," I replied sharply, "I don't know what game this is, but I ain't falling for it!"
"But, sir, I assure you this is not a jo-"
I cut the call and went on with my afternoon normally, forgetting the call. The persistent bugger tried calling me a few times, but I ignored my phone. But little did I know what big changes awaited me.
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