Three people are in the spacious white room, two of which  are seated while one remains standing , holding a wine bottle with a furious look on his face.

Despite the spaciousness of the room, it feels a little too crowded for the occupants in it as one can almost cut through the tension thick air with a knife and do it rather easily.

The room is white in color, having a large screen plasma TV hanging from its hold on the wall which is just adjacent to all of them in the room. There is a black steel TV stand but instead of having a Tv on it, it has an extension box, a DVD player on the second layer of it and two speakers of a home theatre by the side of it. There are a few connections to the extension, all of which makes a little tangle of wires, some of which run to the Tv and some to the other gadgets that re all about, including a phone, a bluetooth wireless earphone pod and a headset while a black power bank is attached to a power cord and is placed on the ground, just before the TV stand.

While the wall is actually white, there is a little portion of it which has a black and white wallpaper attached to it. It is with the intent of adding taste to the room, revealing it exquisiteness to whoever would come visiting. The wall has a doorway to the left of the TV where a fancy curtain is placed in the same pattern with the boxed black and white wall paper that is pasted on the lower reaches of the wall.

The seating styling go the room is rather simple but fancy in the very least. It has four seats in total, one of which is the double seater settee and the others being one seaters, excluding for the triple seater settee that is facing the TV screen just oppositely.

There is a small scent of air conditioned fragrance radiating in the room even as the AC beeps noiselessly from time to time. The ceiling is decorated with the inboard lighting such that the ceiling itself ahs some squares in it which give off white light to the room and from the way they fluctuate, it seems as though the light can be regulated from dim to high lighting depending on the mood of whoever was in the seating room.

Lekan bared his teeth, he was still not happy with the turn of events in the house of his parents and he had not hesitated to reveal that out. He narrowed his eyes, knowing fully well what was coming, there would be no doubt that his Uncle, Uncle Desmond would want to go all out on him and scold him to death but eh did not care.

If Uncle Desmond was that aching to egg into the house and all of that, he should have done that covertly or at the very least, not made his greed all that visible for goin g after the wine his father only shared with his mother when they were both alive.

He would not forgive that. Never!

"Lekan..." Desmond roared out into the air, his breathing getting ragged. He dropped the wine bottle on the table and then turned around, marching to where Lekan sat.

"You would apologize to the Lawyer, right now and right here. You were not trained to be this rude, you spoilt little brat!" Desmond roared out just as he stopped before Lekan.

Lekan had a yellow and white top on, it was a jersey of a football club that he was  happened to fall in love with their uniform.  It was all generally white in color but had patches of yellow at the shoulder and at the side, stripes he had come to call to them. he had back pants on his lower halves and some black slides on as well as the black socks he had on his feet.

He stood up just then and heaved out, his fists getting clenched and ready to defend himself if things went all south. Because at the way he was looking at his Uncle now, it seemed as if things would go all south the very next instant. And he would be damned if he let that happen.

No, not again.

In his eyes, he could remember how this had turned out the last time. He had been wound up and beaten by his uncle, much to the satisfaction of the man who was behind but right now, even though he did not know whether that was true or not, he was not going to let himself get to get beaten.

No, certainly not when he had the premonition about that. This time, he would stand and defend himself against that.

"Let him be. He is still grieving, Mr Desmond!" The Lawyer spoke, his voice dispelling the rising tension that was in the air.

Lekan gasped at this, his mind panicking slightly. This was not what happened the last time. He was sure he had gotten a beating. Why did the lawyer speak up for him?

Meanwhile, Desmond snorted and then forcibly tore off his gaze from Lekan, returning to the wine bottle he was trying to open previously.

"You are lucky the lawyer intervened for you, Else, i would have beat you black and blue. you think you can just be rude anyhow you want to, eh?" Uncle Desmond grunted and then continued with his bottle opening and the wine serving.

Lekan wanted to reply but just as he opened his mouth, he heard the words of the Lawyer now.  It was something he had not expected he would get to hear in this time of his life.

"Please, have your sit. I am here to read the will of your father. " Mr Awopegba said, calming down the raging Lekan.

Lekan sat down now and leaned forward watching in silence as Desmond served the lawyer a glass of wine and then sat back, beside him, enjoying his own glass of wine. Once that was settled and the lawyer had taken a sip of the clear bluish wine, he exhaled softly, still holding the wine bottle in his right hand.

He bent over and then began to operate the brief case with his left hand, bringing out a couple of papers that Lekan had no idea about.

"Your Father's will and I read. If you are reading this, then you should know that I have gone to the land beyond. You know, I always wanted to make sure that I created a legacy for those who i would live behind so that in all they did , they would not have to go through life as hard as I went through. And for this reason, I am willing to give everyone close to me, a head start in life.

This is how my properties would be divided. And i hope that everyone would receive this in good faith as I have only done that which I have deemed fit for the betterment of the legacy that I leave behind and so that those who come after you may have something yet standing to look up to and live by. So, I ask of you all, no matter how the things may be, no one should resort to fighting as this is the way I have determined it to be...."

The lawyer continued speaking, taking occasional breaks to sip his wine and then after that, he could continue. Uncle Desmond had stopped sipping his own glass of wine, listening attentively to every word that was being read by the lawyer.

To Lekan, he found this act of his uncle to be despicable. Someone who did not care about the family other than to pop around to squander things here and there was now here and acting like he had a right in any of the properties. Even if he did not want to think about it, his father would definitely not be so daft as to give Uncle Desmond something that would be huge as an inheritance. He was not deserving as it.

Lekan shrugged and leaned back in his chair, yawning now. He was not interested in any of what the lawyer was saying. Even though the Will had admonished them not to fight but he was sure that a fight would come up from somewhere. A fight he was not willing to be part of because people went wild when it came to thing that they did not work for.

And for him, he would not rather be taking the old man's money. The same old man who had forced him into what he did not want. The same old man that caused the end of his life and his family all because he was stupid enough to be fighting his wife while driving a car.

"And now, if peradventure, my son is not of legal age, then he would have guardian assigned to him." The words of the Lawyer resonated now, much to the attention of Lekan. "In the person of Desmond, the only one relative who I can entrust my son to. "

Lekan frowned. "What?" He looked to the side where he sees Desmond having a wry smile as if he had taken over the whole world. rage built up in  him the very instant as he saw this, forcing his legs to move. But before he could take any steps, the lawyer called to him.

"But your father did bequeath this inheritance to you alone. It is yours and you can have it whether or not you are of legal age or not." The Lawyer called out, his right hand stretching out a little black jewelry box. "In his words here, he says... 'Use the powers wisely!'"

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(A/N) 

Hold up, what powers? Uh uh...