4
Kevin’s assistant, Kevin Chase, was waiting at
the hospital entrance, handing me a list. “Mrs.
Evans, these are some of Mr. Evans‘ requests
for the funeral arrangements. You’ll need to
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Kevin was a meticulous control freak. His
funeral was no exception.
Last time, I pulled all–nighters to get
everything on that list done perfectly, just to
honor his wishes.
And all it got me was a front–row seat to my
own humiliation.
I didn’t take the list. I looked at Kevin. “If I
remember correctly, you’ve been working for
Kevin for the last four years.”
Kevin looked startled. “Yes, ma’am.”
I sighed, “So, now that Kevin’s gone, where
should I put you in the company?”
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Kevin scrambled, “Mr. Evans told me on his
deathbed that I was to run the Administrative
department.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Really? Was that
official?”
“Not yet…” Kevin’s eyes widened. He
clenched the list in his hand. “Mrs… Ms.
Evans, I’m sorry. I can prepare all this myself,
don’t let it trouble you.”
I smiled, took the list, and tore it to shreds.
“Don’t bother with any of this. Call the funeral
home and tell them to book the cheapest
package. He’s dead, there’s no point in
wasting money.”
Kevin stared, unsure how to respond.
I stepped closer, tilting my head. “I actually
feel sorry for you. You’ve done so much for
Kevin, but he didn’t trust you enough to tell
you about Stacey, you were only needed to
support her rise in the company. But, have
you thought about what’s going to happen in
ten months?
“What are you going to do then?”
Kevin’s pupils shrank. He stumbled back. “Ms.
Evans, you… you know?”
I dropped the smile. “I know more than you
can imagine. Now, I’m going to give you a
chance. Swear your allegiance to me.
“After the funeral, I’ll make you the manager
of the administrative department, plus 10% of
“Think about it. And give me your answer
soon.”
I turned to leave.
As soon as I got into my car, a message
popped up from Kevin.
[Ms. Evans, the funeral arrangements have
been changed as you requested.]
