“Look, you have to be married to touch your inheritance, and let’s face it, maybe getting out of the country wouldn’t be a bad thing.  There is all those... stories about you.” Jameson Carrollton the family lawyer pointed out as Azariah paced his office in irritation.  “You could try to fight this in court but the rules of the trust are pretty iron clad.  I know I wrote them.” 

“So you want me to what!? Just pack up my entire life move to another country and marry a stranger.  Fucking beautiful!” She snarled turning toward him.  “Fine! But don’t expect me to be happy about this!” 

She stormed out of the office and headed to her car.  She picked up her phone and reached out the only way she could... via e-mail. 

To: Adrian 
From: Azariah 
Subject: Is this for real? 

Dear Adrian, 

Please tell me your mother and my Lawyer got high and this is some elaborate joke? 


Azariah 

She sent the e-mail and headed out hoping to get home and start figuring a way out of this mess.