We Didn’t See it Coming by Christine Young-Robinson Read Free Book Online Page B

thought. Next fight to win is with them bitches; oops, my half-ass sisters.” She giggled.

Chapter 8
    T he speed limit wasn’t an option for Baron as he drove on the highway to his office. Keeping his eyes on the traffic, he reached for his cell phone and clicked on the voice activation to make calls.
    Milandra would be his first call. Baron knew that she was basically a female version of her father when it came to business. Everything had to be in order.
    Milandra picked up and scolded him: “Mr. Chavis, why haven’t you answered my calls?”
    â€œI took a sleeping pill to get some rest last night. It must have been pretty strong or I was just plain tired. Overslept, what can I say?” he lied.
    â€œI want my parents’ funeral to be carried out with dignity,” she demanded.
    â€œArrangements will be finalized today. Your father kept everything in writing.”
    â€œYes, I assumed you have his will. He always said you kept good files of all his legal matters.”
    â€œYes, everything is in order. We’ll have the reading of his will as soon as you say so.”
    Baron, distracted by a driver in a red car who tried to cut in front of him, blew his horn.
    Milandra heard the loud noise through the cell phone.
    â€œMr. Chavis, call me when you get to your office. You’ll have a wreck trying to drive and speak on the phone at the same time.”
    In the room with Milandra was Kenley. She hollered, “Before you hang up, ask him about what I heard on the news.”
    â€œI will not. I won’t entertain garbage,” Milandra said as she put her hand over the mouthpiece of the phone, moving away from her sister.
    Baron had heard Kenley clearly. “What’s on the news, Milandra, that I should know about?”
    â€œYou know how the media can get. They’re asking, where the fourth daughter is?”
    For a moment Baron lost control, almost swerving into another car. He pressed down on his brakes and regained control, wondering how the media had gotten wind of Aniyah. He prayed that she had not turned the photo that she was blackmailing him with over to the media.
    â€œStay away from the television and newspapers. I’ll investigate any gossip.”
    â€œThat’s what I told my sisters. It’s trash talk to destroy our family’s good name.”
    â€œExactly,” he agreed, relieved Milandra didn’t buy into the gossip.
    â€œCall me as soon as you get things in order.”
    Milandra hung up.
    Baron pulled into his parking spot at his office. Several reporters awaited him.
    â€œDamn!” He panicked.
    They shouted, “Mr. Chavis, do you have any idea what happened at the Houston Estate? Is there a fourth daughter born out of wedlock? If it is, who is she? Who’s the mother? Will his oldest daughters take over running the company?”
    Cameras flashed at him. “I’m not answering any questions at this time. Please, do not bother Mr. Houston’s daughters. They’re in mourning for their parents.” He said no more and entered the office building.
    Sara greeted him. “Hello, Mr. Chavis, you’ve had lots of calls concerning the Houston family.
    â€œHold all my calls. I need to focus on making final arrangements for the Houstons.”
    One thing Rupert loved about Baron was that he knew how to run his law firm.
    Baron settled at his desk and went straight into work mode. He was searching among the stack of files on his desk labeled “Rupert Houston” when the ring of his cell phone alarmed him.
    Looking at the number, he saw Noelle was trying to reach him. Baron decided to answer her to avoid having to delete another message from the numerous messages she had left on his voicemail.
    â€œHello, Elle.”
    â€œBaron, where have you been? I’ve been ringing and ringing you. Why are you ignoring me?” she asked frantically.
    â€œI don’t mean to ignore you, but work must be