CHAPTER 2: THE EXECUTOR THEY FORGOT EXISTED
That night, Ethan sat alone in a small apartment off city limits.
No mansion.
No guards.
No attention.
Just a phone that hadn’t rung in months.
Until it did.
Unknown number.
He answered.
A lawyer’s voice.
“Mr. Blake… it’s time.”
Ethan didn’t respond immediately.
Then quietly:
“Time for what?”
A pause.
“William Harrington has triggered a full estate audit.”
Ethan exhaled slowly.
“…he did what?”
The lawyer hesitated.
“He’s attempting to restructure Whitmore assets under his name.”
Silence.
Then Ethan stood.
For the first time that day.
“On what authority?”
The lawyer replied:
“He thinks he inherited it.”
Ethan laughed once.
Cold.
Short.
“No,” he said.
“He inherited nothing.”
A pause.
Then the final line:
“He just fired the wrong man.”
The next morning.
Same courtyard.
Same table.
Same guests.
William was laughing again.
Louder this time.
Because he had won something last night.
At least he thought he did.
“Gentlemen,” he said, raising a glass, “we are officially restructuring Whitmore holdings. Everything is under control.”
Applause.
Smiles.
Fake respect.
Then—
the gates opened.
Not slowly.
Not politely.
They opened like a decision had already been made.
Ethan walked in.
Same clothes.
Same calm face.
But the air changed instantly.
William noticed first.
His smile faded.
“…you again?”
Ethan didn’t stop walking.
He reached the table.
And placed a folder down.
THUD.
Silence.
William frowned.
“What is this?”
Ethan looked at him.
For the first time.
Directly.
And said:
“The estate ledger.”
A pause.
“And your termination notice.”
Laughter from the guests.
Uncomfortable.
Confused.
William scoffed.
“You’re delusional.”
Ethan opened the folder.
And turned it around.
Page one.
Ownership records.
William leaned in.
His expression changed slightly.
Then more.
Then froze.
“…what is this?”
Ethan answered calmly:
“It’s the part of the estate you never owned.”
May you like
A pause.
“You just lived inside it.”
