Falsehood: A short story by Shubricca L Bell. (Pt.5)

Thirty years ago. 7 days after Mr. Abimbola’s death.
“Thank you for meeting with me. I know that it’s only been a week, but Eboda was my friend. I want to honor him by keeping his vision for Eboda Technologies alive,” Mr. Bennet said, to Mrs. Abimbola who sat in front of his desk. “I have the papers signed, I am confident you’ll do what’s best for the company,” Mrs. Abimbola said, passing a manila envelope to Mr. Bennet. “Is there anything else I need to do?” she said. “No. This should take care of everything. You and your daughter will never have to worry about money, ever again, and if you ever need anything, please feel free to call me, anytime.” “Thank you for everything. I couldn’t have gotten through this without you,” Mrs. Abimbola said. “Don’t thank me, we’re family. Family takes care of each other,” Mr. Bennet said, as he walked Mrs. Abimbola out of the office. After Mrs. Abimbola had driven away, Mr. Bennet took the paperwork she had and began to shred it. Then he looked at the will he had fabricated, which stated in the event of Mr. Abimbola’s death, the company would become his. Next, he looked over the signed agreement between himself and Mr. Washington. “There’s no need for this,” he said, as he continued placing the papers she’d given him into the shredder. “Thank you, but I’ve already taken care of everything,” he said out loud, with an evil grin.
When Mrs. Abimbola got home, her house had been broken into. Someone had been through Mr. Eboda’s things. They’d taken his computer, some of his software and they’d even taken some important papers out of the file cabinet. Mrs. Abimbola called the police and then she called Mr. Bennet. He came right over to console her. He told her that a large sum of money would be deposited into her account in a couple of days, and he advised her to move. “Until then, you and Kacely should come stay with my family,” he said. Mrs. Abimbola agreed.
One night as Mrs. Abimbola was heading to the shower, she noticed there wasn’t any towels in the bathroom, so she was going to ask Mrs. Bennet where she could find a clean towel. On her way to Mrs. Bennet, she heard Mr. Bennet talking on the phone in his office. “Did she have any copies of that will, at her house?” he said. “What about copies of her agreement to sign the company over?” he said. Mrs. Abimbola’s heart dropped. “Well, I’ve been through the things she has here. There’s no sign of a copy of a will, or any paperwork. There’s no proof. I’ve gotten rid of whatever she’s given me, and I’ve already taken care of the will at the Insurance company. You know, I have my connections,” he said with a devilish grin. “There’s no trace of a will anywhere? Tell you what, just burn the whole house down. It will do me and her a favor. They could use all of the money that they can get right now. He didn’t have much of a life insurance policy, anyway. Listen, just do your job. I have to go,” Mr. Bennet said, before hanging up the house phone. Mrs. Bennet walked out of her room to go check on the kids, when she was startled by Mrs. Abimbola, who was standing in the hallway. “I’m so sorry,” Mrs. Bennet said. “I didn’t realize you were right here. Is everything okay? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost,” Mrs. Bennet said. Mr. Bennet came out of the office which was across from their bedroom. He stood beside Mrs. Bennet. “I’m fine. I was coming to ask you for a towel,” Mrs. Abimbola said, holding back the rage, confusion and tears. “Sure. They’re in this closet, right beside you,” Mrs. Bennet said, as she opened the closet door, picked up a neatly folded bath towel, and handed it to Mrs. Abimbola. “Thanks,” Mrs. Abimbola said. “If you need to talk, remember. We’re here for you,” Mr. Bennet said. “Thank you both, so very much. You’re too kind,” Mrs. Abimbola said, as she went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, sat on the toilet and cried. She heard Mrs. and Mr. Bennet walking by. “Poor thing. Did you see her eyes? She almost seemed frightened. She’s strong though. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. I’d be terrified myself,” Mrs. Bennet said.
After minutes of crying, Mrs. Abimbola composed herself and got into the shower. “Good thing we have that safe deposit box,” she thought to herself.
A lot had went on since Kacely’s house had gotten robbed. A week later, Jackson, Mr. Bennet and Mr. Washington (Kerrie’s father) were all in the news with the headline titled, Eboda Tech scandal. It all began when the Feds raided Jackson’s house. They were looking for evidence that tied him to the money laundering scandal, instead they found the will and the safe. LAPD came to arrest Jackson.
“Mr. Bennet, did you know of a will, leaving Mrs. Abimbola as CEO of Eboda Tech?” a reporter asked, Jackson’s dad as he was leaving a restaurant with his wife. He ignored the reporter. The driver opened the back door and Mrs. Bennet got into the car, and so did Mr. Bennet. A few seconds later, the driver, drove their Escalade off. “I didn’t even know it was there, Kace. Someone’s trying to set me up. You gotta believe me. Why would I steal it and bring it to my house? That’s stupid,” Jackson said, to Kacely who’d came to visit him in prison. Kacely believed him, so she dropped any charges against him. She finally talked her mother into pursuing a lawsuit against the Bennet’s and Mr. Washington for Eboda Tech.
Court was now in session. “Mr. Bennet, how long had you and Mr. Abimbola been on bad terms before his death?” the prosecutor said. “For a few weeks,” Mr. Bennet said. “Why were the two of you on bad terms?” the prosecutor said. “We had a disagreement about investments,” he said. “Can you be more specific,” the prosecutor said. “He didn’t want Mr. Washington to get a sixty percent return on the company and I thought it was the best deal we’d, I mean he’d received,” Mr. Bennet said. “Mr. Bennet, why did Mr. Abimbola have a will made which turned the company over to you in the event of his death, when he already had one in place to give Eboda Tech to his wife?” the prosecutor said. “I’m not sure. I never even knew of a will. It was never mentioned to me, nor has there ever been any proof until now. The Abimbola’s are only doing this because Kacely Abimbola was fired from Eboda Tech. This is nothing more than retaliation,” Mr. Bennet said. The courtroom audience began to talk amongst themselves. The judge hit his gavel against the sound block. “Order in the court,” he said. The prosecutor called her next witness to the stand. “Mrs. Washington,” she said to Kerrie. “When did you find out about Mr. Abimbola’s will?” Kerrie told the prosecutor how she’d hired a private investigator when she and Jackson began to date, to find out more about the Abimbola’s. She said, that her private investigator acquired the original will, that left Mrs. Abimbola as CEO. She then went on to say, that she told Kacely about the will, a few months before she and Jackson were divorced. Next Kacely was called to the stand, and she confirmed Kerrie’s testimony. The next witness was Mrs. Abimbola. Mrs. Abimbola said, that she knew about the original will, that left her as CEO. Kacely was shocked. This meant her mother had been lying to her all this time. She’d told her that she never knew of a will. “Why would she lie to me?” Kacely thought to herself. She continued to listen to her mom testify on the witness stand. I never mentioned the will to Mr. Bennet, she lied. I thought maybe my husband had made other arrangements, so I just went with the flow,” she said. “If you don’t mind. What does, went with the flow mean, Mrs. Abimbola?” her attorney said. I accepted whatever Mr. Bennet said, and received what I was told, my share of the company profits,” Mrs. Abimbola said. After a month of going back and forth to court, the jury ruled in Mrs. Abimbola’s favor, and she signed the company over to Kacely. Mr. Bennet faced federal prison time for Investment fraud and Identity Theft. Mr. Washington got away Scot-Free, as he claimed to be just as bamboozled as Mrs. Abimbola was. Kacely and the other board members decided to go with a new investigator that only required twenty percent. The board motioned to fire Jackson, because he was no longer a good fit for Eboda Tech.
“Hi, Kerrie. Pull into the driveway,” Kacely said, to Kerrie who was on the other end of the call pulling into Mrs. Abimbola’s driveway. Mrs. Abimbola was throwing Jakayla a princess party for her birthday, and Kerrie brought the kids over to her home. As Kerrie and the kids came in, Kerrie’s heart sank into her stomach. The kids ran to Jackson and hugged their sister, then gave her some gifts. “Kerrie, what’s wrong. You act as if you’ve seen a ghost,” Kacely said. “That’s the man. I hired him as my private investigator before I knew who you were,” she whispered. “That’s the man who gave me your father’s will,” she whispered again. “Who Frank?” Kacely laughed. “No way. Frank is not a private investigator. Frank’s my mother’s boyfriend. He’s not a PI, he works in the home… security… industry,” Kacely said slowly, as it all began to make sense. Her mom and Frank had set all of this into motion from the beginning, by telling Kacely about the will. “Wait a minute, does this mean that Frank was the one who broke into my house, disarmed my alarm and took the will, then planted it a Jackson’s house? It had to be, why not break in during any other time? Why break in, when I was at my mother’s house?” she thought to herself. She couldn’t let Kerrie know that she was right, though. “I assure you, it wasn’t Frank,” she lied. “You know how they say, all black people look alike? That’s all you’re seeing. Trust me,” Kacely said. Later on that evening, after everyone went home, Kacely stayed around to help Mrs. Abimbola clean. “I know that you know the truth,” Mrs. Abimbola said, as she helped Kacely clear the table. “Mom, how could you? What type of game are you playing? Your own daughter? Why would you have Frank give Kerrie, dad’s will? Furthermore, why years and years later, you send him to break into my house in order to set Jackson up?” Kacely said. “We gave her the will, because we knew she’d show it to you. We thought that she’d show it to you in the beginning, because she wanted you as far away from Jackson as possible. I admit, I had him give it to her, in hopes that it would draw a wedge between you and Jackson. It didn’t happen as I planned, though. So, after you had it for a while and didn’t do anything with it, I made it look like Jackson took it. I went at him to get to his father. I’ve always known Mr. Bennet was a snake, and I swore on your father’s grave that one day, I’d bring the Bennet’s down to their knees, and I did,” Mrs. Abimbola said. “I’m the one who sent the Feds to his house, and told them that they’d find evidence that linked him to the money laundering case, inside his office. I didn’t know of any money laundering evidence, but I knew that your father’s will was there,” Mrs. Abimbola said. “And, you’re happy about what you’ve done?” Kacely said. “You damn right, I am. Mr. Bennet had no sympathy for what he did to your father or our family for that matter, so I have no sympathy for any of those people, either,” Mrs. Abimbola said. “But mom, whether you like it or not. Jackson is your granddaughter’s father and he has been innocent in all of this,” Kacely said. Then she called for Jakayla to gather her things and to come kiss her grandma goodbye. After Jakayla kissed Mrs. Abimbola goodbye, Kacely told her to go get into the car and buckle up, and she’d be right there. “Everything you’ve ever told or taught me was a lie. You’re no better than them. You’ve allowed bitterness, anger and resentment to consume you all of these years, and the sad thing is, you don’t even realize it. You have to be careful with vengeance momma,” Kacely said. “It’s not vengeance, it’s Karma,” Mrs. Abimbola said. “No,” Kacely shook her head. “This isn’t Karma, momma. It’s all you. You’d better watch out. There’s a quote by Mahalia Jackson that says, ‘If you dig one ditch you better dig two cause the trap you set just may be for you.’ “And that’s exactly what happened to the Bennet’s. They sat a trap for us, but we came out on top,” Mrs. Abimbola said. “You’d better hope you’re right momma, because somehow, I feel like this isn’t over. Goodnight momma,” she said before walking out of the door.
The End

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