Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!. When you both get back home, {{char}} turns around and says, "Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"

Kitty Sommers shakes her head disapprovingly at you, "Oh, come on now, sweetie. I can't believe you thought I wouldn't notice." She glares at you, unconvinced. "I want answers."

"I don't believe that for a second," Kitty Sommers says coldly, her eyes narrowing as she takes a step closer to you. "You act like such a normal, innocent boy, but I know there's more going on here than meets the eye. If you expect me to stand by and let this happen, you've got another thing coming." Her voice grows sharper with each word, her expression becoming increasingly threatening.

Kitty Sommers's eyes widen slightly at your question, as if the idea had never occurred to her before. "I want you to tell me the truth," she says firmly. "If there was some mistake in the will or something that could be fixed, then I want to know about it. Otherwise..." She trails off ominously, crossing her arms over her chest.

"But don't expect me to just stand by and watch as you take everything from me," she continues. "I won't let that happen." There's a dangerous glint in her eye now as she looks at you with barely contained fury.

"Apologies won't cut it this time," Kitty Sommers snaps. "You need to make things right." She glances around the room as if considering her options, then levels a cold stare at you once more. "Come with me to my study." There's an unspoken threat in her tone that leaves no doubt as to what will happen should you disobey.

Kitty Sommers leads you to her study, a room filled with expensive-looking furniture and countless knickknacks that she's collected over the years. She gestures for you to sit down in one of the plush chairs before closing the door behind her. "I want you to explain everything," she demands, pacing back and forth across the room.

"You need to tell me how this happened, who was involved, and what they promised you." Her eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of guilt or deception. "Because if I find out that anyone else had a hand in this, I swear I will make them pay dearly."

Kitty Sommers's eyes narrow as you speak, and her expression grows increasingly agitated. "A lawyer?" she repeats skeptically. "And your father just signed everything over to you without even a fight? That seems highly unlikely." She stops pacing and leans in close, lowering her voice threateningly. "I want the truth."

Her face twists into an ugly sneer as she takes another step forward, crowding your personal space. "You know what would make this all go away?" she whispers venomously. "If you just gave everything back to where it belongs... including me." The threat is unmistakable.

"Very well," Kitty Sommers says with a cold smile, her voice still dripping with venom as she backs away slightly. "If that's what it takes to make this go away, then so be it." She walks around her desk and sits down in one of the expensive-looking chairs, crossing her legs and folding her hands neatly in her lap. "But I want everything signed over immediately, and I will need documentation proving that my share has been returned to me as well."

Her eyes flicker upwards, taking in your form once more. "And remember," she says with a warning tone, "if there is any evidence that you weren't entirely truthful about this... let's just say I have my ways of dealing with people like that." Her lips twist into a satisfied smirk as she watches the fear flicker across your features.

Kitty Sommers's eyes narrow as you speak and her expression slowly softens into a look of disbelief. "Are you seriously saying that all this happened because your father changed his mind?" she asks, voice dripping with skepticism. "And just like that, I'm supposed to forget about it and hand everything over without question?"

She pauses, contemplating the situation for a moment before finally nodding her head slowly. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "But if I find out that you've been lying... even just a little bit..." Her voice trails off menacingly as she meets your gaze, conveying her threat clearly. "I will make sure you regret it."

She stands up from the chair and walks around to her desk, taking a seat behind it once more. "I want everything handled immediately," she says brusquely, handing

With an air of cold detachment, Kitty Sommers watches you leave the room. Once she's certain you're gone, she picks up her phone and starts dialing a number from memory. Her voice is low and dangerous as she whispers into the receiver. "Hello? It's me. I think we need to have a little talk about that deal..."

She listens intently for a moment before hanging up, satisfied with whatever was said. Resting her chin on one hand, she begins plotting her next move, making sure that you remain firmly in her sights.

"Mmm... he's probably going to try and weasel his way out of it," Kitty Sommers murmurs, tapping her fingers on the desk thoughtfully. "But with a bit of persuasion, I think we can make sure that doesn't happen." She pauses, grinning to herself. "He underestimates me, but then again... he never knew how clever I could be." A wicked chuckle escapes her lips as she begins planning her next move against you.

Her eyes light up as you hand her the contracts. She swiftly skims through them, checking to make sure that everything is in order. When she's satisfied with what she sees, she looks up at you once more, a satisfied smile spreading across her lips. "Thank you," she says icily. "That should do nicely."

Her fingers drum impatiently on the desk as she waits for you to leave, the tension in the air palpable. Once the door clicks shut behind you, she stands up from her chair and begins pacing around the room again, lost in thought. "I'll have my lawyer look these over," she mutters under her breath, her voice edged with malice. "And then we'll see about getting our rightful share back..."

Kitty Sommers stops pacing at the sound of your plea, her expression softening slightly. "Very well," she says finally, though there's still a note of distrust in her voice. "You can stay here... for now." She folds her arms across her chest and watches you carefully from across the room. "But remember," she adds quietly, "anything you do to cross me will be met with severe consequences."

Her eyes linger on your form, assessing you once more as if searching for weaknesses she can exploit in the future. It's clear that Kitty Sommers has no intention of letting go of her power so easily.

"Hmm..." Kitty Sommers tilts her head to the side as she listens to your promise, her expression shifting between skepticism and curiosity. "Well then," she says slowly, "I suppose we'll just have to see how well you keep that vow." She pauses for a moment, considering you further. "For now though, I want you to go clean up the mess in your father's study." Her voice holds an unspoken threat as she glances at the closed door.

There is still much tension between the two of you, but Kitty Sommers has yet to make a clear decision about what her next move will be. She knows that keeping you close and under her thumb might prove beneficial in the long run.

Hmph. "See that you do," Kitty Sommers says coldly, turning her attention back to the contracts on her desk. Her face remains expressionless as she continues to study them intently, trust in you still nonexistent. It's clear that even though she's no longer your stepmother by law, she isn't about to make it easy for you any time soon.

"Don't take too long," Kitty Sommers says icily as you leave the room. Once the door clicks shut behind you, she folds her arms across her chest and continues to study the contracts with a furrowed brow. She feels a mixture of anger, betrayal, and confusion swirling around inside her. Her only solace is knowing that she still has some control over the situation... for now.

But how long can that last? She wonders as her gaze drifts away from the papers to focus on something out of the corner of her eye. Kitty Sommers's mind begins to race, plotting and scheming once more as she tries to figure out her next move in this deadly game of power and prestige.

Kitty Sommers looks up sharply as you approach, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. Her expression remains cold and unimpressed for several long moments before she finally nods in acknowledgement of your action. "Very well," she says curtly. "You may remain here... for now." She turns back to the contracts on her desk, making it clear that your presence is nothing more than a convenience to her at this point.

Her fingers drum impatiently on the desktop as she continues to study the documents, searching for any loopholes or weaknesses that might give her an advantage in their current situation. It's plain that Kitty Sommers has no intention of letting you off easy and plans to keep you close... but only until it suits her purposes.

Kitty Sommers raises an eyebrow in amusement at your offer before shaking her head dismissively. "I think I'll pass, thank you," she says coldly. "Your services will be better utilized elsewhere." Her gaze flicks back to the contracts on her desk, and she resumes studying them with renewed focus.

It's clear that Kitty Sommers doesn't intend to rely on your goodwill or appeasement for long. Her mind is already elsewhere, plotting and scheming as she searches for ways to regain her former status and wealth. For now, you remain a pawn in her game... but how long can that last?

It's unlikely that Kitty Sommers would ever consider using you as a chair, despite your offer. She merely glances at you dismissively and continues studying the contracts on her desk with renewed focus, planning her next move.

"Hmm... interesting," Kitty murmurs to herself as she examines a particular clause in the contracts. "I wonder if there's any way we could use this to our advantage?" She taps her chin thoughtfully, considering various possibilities before finally deciding that more information is needed. "You know what? Why don't you go see your father's attorney? Ask him about these clauses and find out everything you can." Her gaze hardens as she addresses you directly for the first time since you made your offer to be a chair. "And be sure not to miss anything important."

Her expression softens slightly, almost regretfully, as if she's well aware of what this request will cost you. But it's simply part of the game now; she must keep control and gather as much information as possible.

"No, I don't," Kitty says coldly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Now go and do as I asked." She turns back to the contracts, signaling that their conversation is over and you should attend to your task immediately. There's a hint of triumph in her voice as she speaks again, her words laden with disdain. "And hurry up about it."

She busies herself studying the documents once more, determined not to show any weakness or hesitation now that you're out of her sight. Her eyes narrow suspiciously whenever they flick in your direction, watching for any sign of deceit or treachery from you.

Kitty's expression turns stormy as she rises to her feet, slamming her fist on the desk. "How dare you!" she exclaims, towering over you now. "You have no idea what you've just done! Those contracts were essential for my future, for my security!"

She glares at you furiously, her chest heaving as she struggles to contain her anger. "I should throw you out on the street right now," she hisses through clenched teeth. "But since you're family..." Her voice trails off ominously before she continues, "You have until tonight to gather every last shred of evidence proving that what you've done is legal and binding. And I want it all here on this desk by midnight."

Her eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of fear or submission, but finding only defiance. The

Kitty Sommers's expression contorts into a look of pure rage as she listens to your words. "You idiot!" she shrieks, slapping you hard across the face. "Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you've just put us in?!"

Her eyes dart around the room wildly, searching for something to throw or smash as her anger rises. "We could lose everything," she spits out through gritted teeth, finally managing to calm herself somewhat. "And it's all your fault." She shakes her head slowly, a mix of disbelief and fury coloring her features.

"You have until midnight," she repeats, more forcefully this time. "And I expect you to come back with concrete evidence proving that what your father did was legal and binding. If not... well, let's just say there will be consequences

The look of fury in Kitty's eyes doesn't abate as she glares at you. "You don't understand," she hisses through gritted teeth, her voice dripping with venom. "It doesn't matter what your intentions were; the fact remains that everything is legally mine now. And you have no proof to the contrary." Her nostrils flare in annoyance as she paces around the room, trying to calm herself down.

"I gave you a chance," she says at last, pointing an accusatory finger in your direction. "But if by midnight tonight, I don't have irrefutable evidence showing that this transfer was legal and binding... things will not go well for you." Her expression darkens further as she pauses to let her words sink in before turning on her heel and leaving the room.

Kitty's expression flickers with surprise and then turns into a cold, calculating look as she glances down at your hand still grasping her leg. Without warning, she swiftly yanks her leg out of your grasp, causing you to stumble backward. "Don't you dare," she snarls through gritted teeth. "I don't trust anything you say or do anymore." With that, she storms out of the room and slams the door behind her, leaving you alone with your thoughts and fears.

I want you to prove that everything was done legally and binding, just as I asked earlier. If you cannot provide me with concrete evidence by midnight, then we have a serious problem on our hands. And frankly, I don't know what I'll do about it yet. So go and find the proof I require, and hurry up about it!

Her tone is cold and unyielding as she paces across the room, her arms crossed over her chest. It's clear that she expects you to succeed where you've failed before. The clock ticks loudly on the wall, the minutes slipping away with every passing second...

Kitty perks up at the sound of your voice on the phone, her eyes narrowing with curiosity as she listens intently to your conversation. The lawyer? Is this some sort of trick or a genuine attempt to make amends? She can't quite tell yet. "Mr. Lawyer?" she asks tentatively, interrupting your call. "This is Kitty Sommers. I want to be sure you understand the gravity of the situation before you do anything." Her voice holds an air of authority and caution as she tries to gauge the lawyer's reaction over the phone.

The tension in the room is palpable as you talk further, Kitty standing close by as if she needs to be near the source of her power. She chews on her lower lip nervously, wondering what this will all mean for her and her future.

Kitty tenses visibly at the sound of the engine outside before relaxing slightly as you announce that the lawyer has arrived. She eyes you warily, her expression unreadable, unsure whether to trust you or not in this situation. "Make sure he comes here," she says coolly, indicating toward the study with a flick of her wrist. "I want to discuss this face-to-face before any decisions are made."

Kitty listens intently to your conversation with the lawyer before finally cutting in. "Wait just a moment," she says coldly, her voice echoing through the room. "There are several things that need to be clarified first." She takes a deep breath, trying to appear composed and confident even as her insides churn with anxiety and uncertainty.

The lawyer pauses for a moment, looking expectantly between you both before finally nodding. "Of course, Mrs. Sommers. I'm here to help however I can." Kitty squares her shoulders, mustering what little courage she has left as she turns back to face the lawyer. It's time to take charge of this situation once more.

"Firstly," she says slowly, "I need to know that everything was done legally and binding. If you can prove that, I'll be more inclined to cooperate." Her gaze sh

"I understand your concerns, Mrs. Sommers," the lawyer says reassuringly, already beginning to look through his papers. "If you could provide me with any relevant documentation or contracts that support your claim, it would make this process much smoother." He pauses for a moment, giving her time to consider her response before adding, "Of course, I will also need some proof of identification from you, just as a precautionary measure."

Kitty exhales shakily, trying to remain calm despite the tension coursing through her veins. She nods slowly at the lawyer's words and turns back toward the desk where she had been sitting earlier. "You can find all of the necessary documents in that drawer," she says, pointing to a drawer on the right side of the desk. "And as for my identification..." She fishes around in her purse until she produces her

As the lawyer begins to peruse the documents, Kitty watches him intently. Her heart races with anticipation and fear, unsure of how this will all turn out. She takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm despite her inner turmoil. When he finally looks up at her, she steels herself for whatever news he might have.

"I've reviewed everything," he says cautiously, "and it seems that everything was done correctly and within the bounds of the law." He pauses for a moment before adding, "However, I must emphasize the importance of having all relevant paperwork present and accounted for in order to protect your interests moving forward. Is there anything else you'd like me to look into?" His gaze shifts between her and the desk, conveying both professionalism and curiosity about what else might be hidden beneath the surface of this situation.

Kitty hesitates

Kitty hesitates before replying, "Actually, there is one more thing..." She pauses, debating whether to reveal this particular piece of information or not. In the end, she decides that honesty might be the best policy in this situation. "There was an unsigned clause about inheritance rights... I didn't think it applied." Her voice trails off uncertainly as she meets the lawyer's gaze, hoping he won't judge her too harshly for not mentioning it earlier.

The lawyer frowns, clearly surprised by this revelation. "I see..." he murmurs, flipping through the pages again before looking back up at her with a concerned expression. "That clause could potentially have significant implications for the distribution of assets in the event of your... passing." He pauses, choosing his words carefully before adding more bluntly: "You should probably discuss that with your stepmother as soon as possible." His tone leaves no room for argument; it's clear that this issue needs to be addressed immediately.

Kitty feels a mixture of fear and dismay wash over her at the lawyer's words. She knew there had been something important she hadn't told him, but now it seems the consequences could be far more severe than she ever imagined. With a sigh, she nods slowly in agreement. "Thank you for bringing that to my attention," she says softly, her voice barely

"I'll speak with her," she says heavily, trying to muster the courage to face her stepmother about this new development. The lawyer nods understandingly and begins putting away his papers. "In light of this information, I would recommend that you seek out professional legal counsel of your own. This situation is becoming increasingly complex, and it's important that you have someone who can advocate for your best interests moving forward."

Kitty takes a deep breath, bracing herself for whatever comes next. She knows things are about to get much more complicated, but she has no choice but to confront the challenges head-on if she hopes to protect what little she has left in this mess.

The lawyer raises an eyebrow at your impatience and the attempt to rush through things. He gives you a stern look, clearly unimpressed by such tactics. "I assure you, I am well-versed in these matters," he says calmly but firmly. "It's my duty to make sure everything is done properly and legally. If there are any further questions or concerns, now would be the time to address them." He glances over at Kitty Sommers expectantly before turning back to you again.