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then smiled at her in thanks.
    “I can’t follow that, of course,” George said with a lopsided grin and hugged her, caressing her back and then releasing her. “Thanks, sis.”
    “Of course,” she answered. They’d all thanked her at some point for the care of their father. They should have known they never had to say a thing.
    “I suppose it’s my turn,” a deeper voice said behind her brothers. A face so like her father’s came toward her as her brothers shifted to her sides. Her uncle, Ronald, was perhaps one of the most handsome men, besides her father and brothers, she’d ever seen. He had salt-and-pepper hair, a strong jaw, his skin the color of dark mocha, and a lithe frame that belied his fifty years of age. He was Joseph’s younger brother and had the same brown eyes. She swallowed her tears as he pulled her into his embrace. The scent of pipe tobacco and peppermint reminded her so much of her father that she clenched him tighter to her. His arms tensed, his head coming down on top of hers, making her miss her father so much she ached with it.
    “I’m here, Stinker. I’m here,” her uncle whispered.
    “Thank you,” she said back, closing her eyes for a second before stepping back. He held her arms for a moment before releasing her.
    Standing next to and slightly behind Ronald was her cousin, Jean Pierre, who stepped up to hug her. She’d expected him to grow up to look like Ronald, but he’d taken his fair blond hair and blue eyes from his mother. The man was not much older than her, and he looked as if he hadn’t quite grown into his skin just yet. There was an air of boyishness around his eyes that had always made Ayah laugh.
    “If we could begin,” Sam, at the head of the room, in front of the chairs, said as Jean Pierre turned cold eyes toward the man. It was moments like that her cousin reminded her of her father.
    “You will give the family the time we need,” he clipped out, his words quiet and yet powerful.
    “It’s okay, JP. It really is. We need to get this done,” Ayah hurried to say, knowing that Sam would argue the point.
    “Are you sure? This is a time for family and mourning. You take all the time you need,” he answered, never looking away from Sam, who adjusted his tie in affront.
    “I’m ready,” Ayah said.
    “Family of Joseph Rey Miller, I will read the last will and testament now,” Sam began.
    He went over the date the will was signed, and the fact that any previous editions were revoked. As they’d thought, the home went to Ayah, but as a homestead property, it could not be resold. Not that Ayah would ever sell the property, but she was happy that her father had put it into writing. Some families, though she couldn’t imagine her family doing it, would fight over things such as this for the value of the property.
    “Furthermore, he left his assets, excluding his shares in Miller Global, to the trustee, namely Ayah Renee Miller, of the Joseph Rey Miller Family Trust, with twenty percent of total amounts bequeathed to his living heirs: Aidan Ryan Miller, George Rey Miller, and Taylor Samantha Guzman. A combined fifty Miller Global shares will go to his brother, Ronald Gerard Miller, and nephew, Jean Pierre Miller, in a split of one share to Ronald and the other forty-nine shares to Jean Pierre, so that they are the sole owners of Miller Global.”
    Ayah was shocked at that. She hadn’t known her father owned any shares in his brother’s company. Her uncle founded the company at a young age and had developed it into a powerhouse in the acquisition and building fields. Her father hadn’t wanted the headache of the corporate world, choosing instead to work with his hands in the small furniture shop he owned until his illness had taken it from him. The money he generated and saved from that company had been nearly wiped out by his medical care. That he’d held shares in a multimillion-dollar company and hadn’t told her was a shock that she could barely