Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

CHAPTER THREE
THE CLAYMORE, SINGAPORE
Oliver T’sien was in the middle of his morning shave in his condo when Kitty rang, so he
put her on speaker.
“I’m going to see you today! I’m going to Alistair Cheng’s grandmother’s funeral this
afternoon,” Kitty chirped.
“You received an invitation?” Oliver tried to mask the astonishment in his voice.
“I thought since Alistair is my ex-boyfriend, and I did meet his grandmother once, it
would only be appropriate to convey my condolences in person. It will be so nice to see
his family again.”
“Where did you even hear about the funeral?” Oliver asked, as he arched his neck
toward the mirror and focused his razor on the stray hairs under his chin.
“Everyone was talking about it at Wandi Meggaharto Widjawa’s party last night.
Apparently, Wandi knows a few of the people from Jakarta flying in for the funeral. She
said it was going to be the society funeral of the century.”
“I bet she did. But I’m afraid the funeral is really by invitation only.”
“Well, you’ll be able to get me an invitation, won’t you?” Implicit in Kitty’s coquettish
tone was, since you’re on my payroll.
Oliver rinsed off his shaving cream. “Kitty, I’m afraid that this is one time where I
really don’t have the power to help you.”
“What if I get dressed up in a very conservative black Roland Mouret dress and wear a
nice hat? I’ll even use the Bentley instead of the Rolls and bring a few bodyguards along.
Surely they won’t turn me away?”
“Kitty, you need to trust me on this. This is one funeral you don’t want to crash. It
would be a faux pas of epic proportions. This is a funeral for family and very close friends
only. I assure you there will be no one you know, and it really won’t matter if you’re not
there.”
“Can you assure me that Colette won’t be there?”
“Kitty, I can assure you she has probably never even heard of my family.”