Dad Charged Me $250 a Month for Five Years, Then Left Me a Secret Recording Studio
She had worked with Dad on several legal matters over the years, and Marcus had arranged the appointment.
I brought the notebook, bank statements, and studio inventory.
Ruth placed a folder on the desk.
“Your father made arrangements for you to receive the equipment in the warehouse,” she explained.
I nodded.
“And the money?”
“The account was designated for you.
We’ll need to complete the transfer paperwork.”