Page 4 of The Secrets We Keep

“Yeah,” I clear my throat. “I highly doubt he left me anything of worth, but I’m sure he stuck me with all of his debt,” I grumble as I take a seat in one of his oversized leather chairs.

His office looks just like I remembered it. Warm toned leather chairs, mahogany desk and bookshelves. I was surprisingly here a lot when I was younger, butthat was more to deal with my mom’s estate, than things for my father.

Lenny grimaces as he walks around his desk and takes a seat, opening up his laptop to pull up John’s information. “I’m afraid you’re pretty accurate,” he says making my stomach drop. “But John didn’t leave you a thing, not even his debt.”

My eyebrows raise at that. “What?”

Lenny’s eyes soften. “The club has been doing really well and paid off all your father’s debts before he died. About a year ago, actually. Everything that he had has been left to the club, specifically to Grayson Williams, which is pretty standard for the club.”

My eyes widen. John left everything to my ex-boyfriend. “I saw that Gray is the new president,” I hedge softly.

“He is,” Lenny murmurs. “He was named vice president when his dad stepped down from the club and John has been prepping him to take over as president one day. Although, I doubt your dad thought it would be this soon.”

I sigh and shake my head. “So, I don’t have any bills I have to pay? Nothing that’s going to come back and bite me in the ass?”

“No, sweetheart,” Lenny smiles. “You’re free and clear of him.”

Lenny always knew what a piece of shit my dad was. With the amount of time he spent around theclub, he couldn’t deny it. He’s also close friends with Kurt Williams and knew that I spent a lot of time at their house, even before I dated Gray.

“Good,” I say around the lump in my throat. “Well, it was good to see you, Lenny,” I tell him as I raise from my seat and head toward the door.

“You too, Sophie,” he murmurs softly. “Good luck.”

I don’t look back because I know I’ll end up crying. I just push through the hall and into the waiting area, finding Asher and Wren there.

“You ready to head home, buddy?” I ask as I get closer.

He looks up and nods his head eagerly, standing up and striding over to me. He turns back to Wren with an easier smile than before.

“Heading out so soon?” She asks as she stands up, smoothing out her skirt.

“Yeah,” I grimace. “I got what I needed and now I have to get back to my job. I didn’t exactly tell them I was taking the day off today.”

She strides over and wraps me in her embrace, almost pulling a sob from me. “You’re always welcome here, Soph,” she murmurs into my ear. “Be happy.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod, knowing that she feels the action. We pull apart and I wipe away the errant tear that escapes. “It was good to see you, Wren.”

“You too,” she says with a weak smile.

“Bye!” Asher calls out as we walk out of the door.

We get in the car and head down the main road toward the interstate. My phone rings so I pull over and take it out of my purse, wincing when I see it’s my work.

“Hello?”

“Sophie, where the hell are you?” Craig yells down the line. “You were supposed to open today and now we’re two hours behind!”

“I’m sorry,” I wince. “I had a family emergency and had to leave town.”

“Well, don’t bother coming back. You’re fired!” He growls.

“What? You can’t do that. I’ve never missed a day of work!” I rush out.

“I don’t have time to deal with this,” he hisses down the line. “You’re replaceable and I can’t rely on you. You’re fired.”

That’s all he says before the line goes dead and I’m thrust into the silence in the car. I blink back the tears in my eyes as cars drive by us. What the hell am I going to do? Asher and I were already living paycheck to paycheck as is, this is going to ruin me. I can’t afford the apartment we rent week to week without my job. All the furniture was included in my rent, so it’s not like I’m leaving anything of ours behind.

“Are you okay, mama?” Asher asks softly from the back seat.

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