Chapter 6 - The Sister’s ReunionTwo weeks later, the private jet touched down in Atlanta under a brilliant autumn sky.
I didn't go to Buckhead. I didn't visit the ruins of Lorraine’s estate. Instead, I had my driver take me straight to a quiet, sunlit cafe near the university where my younger sister, Jenna, taught art history.
When Jenna walked through the cafe doors, scanning the tables, she looked tense and exhausted, still carrying the weight of worrying about me.
“Claire?” she called out tentatively, spotting me sitting near the window.
Then she stopped dead in her tracks.
She stared at my emerald blouse, the discreet diamond necklace resting against my collarbone, and the two security professionals standing respectfully ten feet away.
“What... what is happening?” Jenna breathed, hurrying over and sliding into the booth across from me. “I heard the craziest news on the financial blogs. Some multi-national conglomerate called Bennett Atlantic bought out half of Atlanta overnight, and the CEO’s name is Claire Bennett... but that’s impossible, because my sister Claire is—”
“Your sister Claire is the sole heir to Bennett Atlantic Group,” I interrupted with a warm laugh, reaching across the table to take her hands.
Jenna stared at me, her eyes widening. “You’re joking.”
“I’m not joking.” I pulled a thick, embossed folder from my designer leather bag and slid it across the table. “Open it.”
Jenna slowly unclasped the folder. Inside was a legal deed and a certified cashier's check.
“This is...” Jenna gasped, her hands trembling as she read the papers. “An entire downtown art gallery and endowment fund? In my name? Claire, where did you get this kind of money? This cost millions!”
“Family money, Jen,” I smiled, my eyes shining with unshed tears of relief and joy. “Mother’s family. And the best part is, we never have to worry about rent, or bills, or toxic people ever again.”
Jenna looked up at me, tears spilling over her lashes, before she lunged across the table and threw her arms around my neck.
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“You’re a billionaire?” she whispered into my shoulder, laughing through her tears. “My sister is a multi-billionaire?!”
“Five point eight billion, to be exact,” I whispered back, holding her tight. “And we are going to spend every single cent of it living our lives on our own terms.”
