Page 15 of The Last Morgan
She moved to leave but stopped. “Who’s been running my company?”
Another hesitation.
“Your uncle,” Lillian replied.
Lucy Nodded and headed towards the car; Corey was already inside waiting patiently, “before we Take back my company” she said dryly, “lets visit the bank first”. Corey instructed the driver on the new destination and with that they were on the move.
At Marpo Bank
The building glowed in the sun — gold-plated, marble steps, guarded like a vault from another world.
Before Lucy could touch the door, a man in a black suit opened it for her. Inside, the marble lobby gleamed. Staff moved like clockwork.
The receptionist glanced up. “Name?”
“Lucy Morgan.”
She froze. Her eyes went wide. “ID?”
Lucy handed over the ID Carter had prepared. The woman studied it for two seconds before slamming a button beneath the desk.
A tall, older man appeared almost instantly. “Miss Morgan,” he said with a cautious smile. “I’m Mr. Wandsworth. Please, come with me.”
Inside, they sat at a heavy wooden table while Mr. Wandsworth left to retrieve some items. The room was cold and sterile, but clearly designed for discretion and security. Lucy’s fingers drummed lightly against the surface of the table as she tried to steady her nerves. When Mr. Wandsworth returned, he took a seat across from them and studied her intently as he placed a box on the table. “Lucy,” he said softly, “Do you remember me? It’s John one of your father’s closest friends.” Lucy shook her head, a pang of guilt flickering in her chest. “No, I’m sorry.” A sad smile tugged at his lips. “That’s alright. Your father and I were extremely close. Even after his passing, I made sure to keep your best interests at heart. Your uncle and his family… they tried to dip into your fortune many times, but I ensure you they only received enough to maintain the house. Your uncle was paid a wage from the business, but your inheritance was never touched.”
Wandsworth pulled up a screen. Her eyes widened as rows of zeros filled the display.
“That’s your inheritance,” he said.
He tapped again. Another screen lit up.
“This is your corporate account. Just under a trillion.”
Corey exhaled hard. “That’s absurd.”
“I’ve also kept something else,” Wandsworth said, reaching into a drawer. He placed a small ornate key in Lucy’s hand. “This unlocks your father’s private box. It’s never been opened.”
Lucy inserted the key into a secure drawer embedded in the table. A soft click echoed. Inside: a silver cross on a heavy chain.
She stared at it, a jolt of memory flooding back — her father’s hand, her mother’s laugh, the cross between them.
She slipped it over her neck, feeling the cool weight of it settle against her skin. “Thank you, John. I’d love to hear more about my father and what you both got up to back in the day.” He nodded. “We’ll arrange a dinner soon.”
As they walked through the lobby, Lucy paused.
A man across the room, pretending to read, was staring at them, he was showing zero emotion.
She nudged Corey subtly. “We’re being watched.”
He glanced without turning his head. “Black Dove,” he whispered. “We’re covered.”
Lucy nodded. But the feeling didn’t ease.
Chapter 10
The moment they stepped outside the bank, Lucy turned to Corey, a huge grin spreading across her face.
“Corey, can you believe I’m this rich? We need to celebrate! We need to go shopping.”
