Arrest

*George POV*

Black suit, shirt and shoes, I look like a million bucks as I hold my devastated mother like a good son.

Grandfathers massive portrait is displayed on the screen with hundreds of really expensive flowers around his open glass casket. Add the black and gold deco, catering, the whole memorial service costed millions. It’s okay, though. The profits of all this splendour is much more. All these people are supposedly here to mourn grandfather but there is no such a thing in the world of riches.

One will each say a few calculated words but the real reasons they are all here is to make more money.

“I know that the two of you did not always see eye to eye, but he loved you dearly.”

“I know, Mother and I loved him dearly too,” I respond with a hoarse voice. I am really good at this faking being hurt thing.

Deep inside I am over the moon that the old man finally kicked the bucket. The asshole was becoming a real pain with all the Jake praising and his threats to cut me off his we