Christine Davies sat across from her lawyer, Josh Travers, who shuffled thru papers to find what he needed. Christine was growing impatient, she had to be in Hawaii by tomorrow and her plane leaves in two hours and she had yet to get fully packed.

“Why did you call me here?” she asked for the millionth time since entering his office.

Josh glanced up at her, held a finger up and continued for the paper, “Here it is…” he held up an off white piece of paper.

“Yes there it is, now what is it?” she cocked her eye brow in annoyance.

“Custody papers,” Josh explained. Christine’s face became unreadable as she stared the old man down.

“I only have one daughter and I’m pretty sure she is in my custody so what is with that?” She pointed to his hand.

“Right, no not your kid,” Josh seemed to understand what she was getting at.

“Than I don’t need to sign anything, ciao…” She stood up and walked to the door, Josh was faster. He grabbed her wrist halting her movements, “Unhand me!”

“Arthur Carlin.”

“Excuse me?” Christine’s face paled at the mention of her long time college friend, her stomach churned in anger yet a rise of passion clouded her mind.

“Arthur Carlin, do you know him?”

“Yes,” Josh led the woman back over to the chair in front of his desk and sat her down.

“He recently passed away along with his wife and two sons; his daughter is to be put in your custody as soon as the paper is signed.” Josh slid the paper across the desk and sat a pen on top of it.

“Why?”

“It was in his Will, she has a trust fund and you will be paid for taking her…the minute you sign the papers we will enroll her in school and have her things sent over.” Josh sighed hoping the woman would take the girl off his hands, he felt slightly guilty about not telling her everything but she would soon find out.

Rubbing the bridge of her nose she sighed, her hands were full with one teenager in the house but to add another, “How old is she?”