Chapter 114 - Testament (Part 1) - Mddos
Simón
He couldn't help but feel a hint of discomfort and, why not, a bit of nerves. He felt like there was something pending that he was missing, and this sensation of uncertainty was driving him crazy. The woman next to the lawyer was mysterious. She made a gesture... "He began to speak.
"We need to wait a minute, other people are still arriving."
No one said anything, but it was strange that more people were missing. We heard voices; they were our friends, and the woman next to the lawyer... Who is she? —I discreetly took some photos of her to investigate later. Rasca culo, Mojón, Cereza, and Churrusco arrived at the office.
"Good afternoon."
"Everyone's here, we can proceed with the will." The newcomers frowned.
I, Roland Sandoval Manjarrez, identified as stated below my signature, residing in the city of Bogotá, and in full use of my mental faculties, declare: that all my assets, which the accredited lawyer will deliver, such as the list of companies, investments, lands, and bank accounts, will continue to operate in the same manner with the variation that 40% of everything will go to my wife Verónica Vásquez Benítez, 15% to each of my friends Simón Moreno Arteaga and Miguel García Uribe, and 10% to Inés Gutiérrez Lara. The remaining 20% will be distributed equally among Gustavo Vargas Cerón, Arnold Delgado Gómez, Daniel Bermúdez Gil, and Aníbal Grueso Pineda. And as a condition, they must stay together; our organization must continue, but not for criminal activities. They will also be informed of the properties each one owns individually.
"Is that a will?"
The woman was the one who spoke. I noticed the assistant was looking at her more closely and had a habit with her glasses. Were they too big for her? Personal glasses should fit just right.
"It seems more like a mandate. Are the foundations included in those companies?"
"No, ma'am, those were in your name, along with most of Mr. Roland's properties. A few days before he passed away, he called me and distributed some properties to his friends. Obviously, you have the majority."
"I don't care about the properties and... God! Even in death, he's still up to his tricks?"
The woman crossed her arms with teary eyes, while I thought, what a coincidence... Just days before his death, he distributes his properties? The guys were silent, looking at each other. They got 5% of the fortune managed by Roland Sandoval's consortium. This jerk made us rich overnight, the big idiot.
"The boss left us an inheritance?" Mojón spoke.
"He made us rich with 5% of his empire," Rasca culo replied. Cereza and Churrusco remained silent.
"Nothing that is in each of your names will be distributed. Those already belonged to each of you. The only thing that will be divided in those proportions are the profits, as the companies will continue as they have been."
I stayed silent. Was Roland giving me 15% of that mountain of money? His empire is immense.
"Do you all agree? If there are no objections, you must sign."
We all looked at each other. The guys were still pale; no one got up to sign. It was like being in a hidden camera show. Damn it! What am I not seeing? If I hadn't seen him dead, I would swear and bet my balls that he was alive and this was a master maneuver like all the ones Roland Sandoval usually pulls... What went wrong?
"I don't know anything about this," Inés broke the silence. "Anyway, I don't spend much, I live with them and will die by their side." We smiled at her words devoid of greed. "I have no idea how much money you're talking about; I don't understand with percentages. However, it's not necessary to give me that."
"You must accept it. It's a will." The lawyer's assistant's voice... Where have I heard it before?
"What you say about dying by our side is true," said Cebolla. "You are my son's grandmother."
"Son?!" the assistant interrupted, and realizing she had spoken aloud, she blushed. "Sorry, it's just that you are very attractive, I thought you had no commitments." I raised my eyebrow.
If it weren't for the young woman's flushed face, I could swear the old lady was very forward. Onion looked at me and subtly raised an eyebrow.
"That's a lot of money, I can't accept it, and if I did, the percentages should be changed. By hierarchy, Simon is the most senior."
"Don't talk nonsense," I said.
"Sorry," commented the lawyer. "When I met with Mr. Roland to make the changes to his will, I made the same observation. The response was that his decision cannot be modified." Everything was very strange. The kids remained silent.
"I want to ask you a question, doctor. When did you meet with him?"
I should focus on other points of investigation. Not just because of our will, but also because of the cartel's. It was better to eliminate any doubts.
"In Coveñas, before his wedding," I looked at the lady.
"I was never in those meetings, but he did go out on different occasions."
"Doctor, you say we have properties. I only have a cabin I won in a bet and a house," I said.
"And I only have my marital home," Cherry finally spoke.
"I have an apartment," Churrusco raised his hand.
"Me too," Mojón intervened.
"I have my mother's farm and a house for her and my sisters. The apartment here is rented," Scratch Ass spoke.
"According to the list we have, you have thirty properties. Mr. Miguel has twenty, Mrs. Inés has ten houses, Mr. Gustavo has eleven, Arnold has thirteen, Aníbal has four farms and five houses, and Daniel has eight, but three properties were given to each of his nephews. These will be managed by the new company. All are rented, and Mr. Aníbal's farms are producing."
"How the hell did this bastard manage to hide all this from us?"
"Gentlemen, the rents from next month on will be deposited into each of your accounts," said the lawyer, looking at a wide-eyed Inés and some kids with their mouths almost dropping open.
I didn't give a damn about the money, but when did this asshole deceive me? I was supposed to know all the moves of that piece of shit who now left me a millionaire. You huge son of a bitch, how did you do it?
"I don't even want to imagine the number of properties my extravagant husband left me."
"Enough for your life to be comfortable. Not only do you have properties in the country, but also in every country where the construction company has participated, including a luxurious condo in Dubai."
If Inés's eyes were wide, Mrs. Veronica's jaw almost dropped, and tears began to fall.
"None of that matters, he won't be with me to enjoy it, the word 'comfortable' is redundant."
"He stipulated it that way because you won't work in the other areas anymore. He wanted you to live without having to do the demanding work of working exclusively for him." He looked at us through his glasses. "The companies are functioning, and you already know how they operate, except for the two ladies. Now you must take charge of everything."
"Am I going to earn a fortune without doing anything?" I saw Mrs. Veronica's look.
"Are you unhappy with what your husband stipulated?" the assistant asked.
"I wouldn't say unhappy," she replied. "It's just... Sorry if I seem crazy, but all this feels like a farce, and it's not about the money. I can't even imagine the absurd amount of money he left me and those properties, just that... don't mind me." She covered her face with her hands to try to stop the crying. Inés hugged her.
"Express your wishes," insisted the assistant. I looked at her, what does she want to hear from the lady?
"I feel like my husband isn't dead! The reading of the will is a new company where he is still in charge, but represented by me. He knew how much I hated him forcing me to accept his money!"
"We got the impression that he wanted to compensate and thank you. But that can't be clarified since he is dead. Please, sign," the lawyer said.