A 19-year-old girl was left all alone when, right after her father’s funeral, her stepmother kicked her out of the house …

Hello, Tracy. Finally, we meet in person. Your father told me a lot about you.

Hello, Tracy said, shaking his outstretched hand. Dad mentioned you in his letter and said you would help me figure out the company. Gladly, Richard nodded.

Please have a seat. We have much to discuss. For the next hour, the father’s deputy briefed Tracy on the company’s affairs.

The company was small but stable, engaged in building economy-class residential houses, and had a good reputation in the city. The staff included about 30 permanent employees and up to 100 contract workers. In recent months, while your father was ill, things haven’t been going smoothly, Richard admitted.

Miranda tried to interfere with management, even though she had no authority. She fired several valuable employees, which caused delays at the construction sites. We struggled to keep the situation under control.

And now? Tracy asked. She knows the controlling stake has passed to me, the man nodded grimly. She came here right after the notary, caused a scandal, threatened to fire everyone as soon as she contests the will.

We tried to explain to her that it doesn’t work that way, but she wouldn’t listen. Tracy sighed. It seemed no easy life awaited her.

What do you advise? She asked. I don’t know anything about the construction business. Maybe I should sell my share? Richard frowned.

I don’t recommend rushing into such a decision. Your father built this company for 20 years and put his soul into it. He wanted the business to continue.

Besides, the company brings stable income. You will be financially secure with it. You can sell at any time, but first, it’s better to understand how things work.

You’re right, Tracy nodded. Thank you, I will learn. At that moment, the office door swung open without knocking and Miranda entered.

A man in an expensive suit carrying a leather briefcase followed her. So, the heiress has arrived, the stepmother sneered, casting a contemptuous glance at Tracy. Decided to play businesswoman.

And yet yesterday you didn’t even know the difference between debit and credit. Miranda, Richard said firmly, it’s customary to knock before entering this office. Don’t tell me what to do, the woman snapped.

I am still a shareholder of the company. She nodded at her companion. Oscar Wright, my lawyer.

We’re here to inform you that I am filing a lawsuit contesting Andrew’s will. The lawyer took a folder of papers out of his briefcase. Until the court decision, he said officially, we demand freezing all company assets and stopping any financial operations that require the signature of the controlling shareholder.

On what grounds? Richard asked in surprise. The company can’t stop working because of your lawsuit. On the grounds that the will was made while Andrew Brown was under the influence of strong painkillers, the lawyer countered.

This affected his ability to assess the situation and make decisions rationally. That’s not true, Tracy interrupted. The will was made four months ago when dad was not yet taking strong medications.

He was fully conscious. That’s what you think, Miranda smirked. In reality, he started treatment earlier but hid the severity of his condition from you so as not to upset you.

I have medical documents to prove it. Tracy turned pale. Could it be that Miranda found a way to contest dad’s will? I demand that until the court’s decision, all company documents be sealed, Miranda continued, and no financial operations without my knowledge.

You have no right to do that, Richard objected. Tracy is the legal owner of the controlling stake and only she can make such decisions. We shall see, Miranda sneered.

Oscar Wright, leave them a copy of the lawsuit and we’ll be going. There are a few more instances we need to visit. When they left, Tracy sank into a chair, feeling empty.

What will happen now? She asked. Can she really take the company away from me? I don’t think so, Richard shook his head. But she can cause a lot of trouble.

We need a good lawyer. At that moment, someone knocked on the door and the secretary entered. Richard, Charles Collins says it’s urgent.

Let him in, the deputy nodded. A young man of about 30, tall, with an attentive look and a pleasant smile, entered the office. Hello, Richard, he said, then noticed Tracy.

Sorry, I didn’t know you had visitors. Charles, meet Tracy, Andrew’s daughter and the new owner of the controlling stake, Richard introduced her. Nice to meet you, Charles smiled, shaking Tracy’s hand.

My condolences on your loss. Andrew Brown was an outstanding man. Thank you, Tracy nodded, noting the sincerity in the young man’s voice….