Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

of the bank of windows framing a panoramic view of the bay. Sitting at one end of the
table was Freddie Tan, Su Yi’s longtime lawyer, having coffee with Alfred Shang, Leonard
Shang, and Oliver T’sien.
I knew Uncle Alfred would be part of this, but what the hell are Leonard and Oliver
doing here? Eddie thought to himself.
“Good morning, everyone,” Freddie said jovially. “Please make yourselves comfortable.”
Everyone took their seats around the table, clustered more or less in their family units,
except for Eddie, who positioned himself at the head of the table.
“That was quite the send-off yesterday, wasn’t it? Eddie, I never knew you could sing
like that,” Freddie remarked.
“Thank you, Freddie. Shall we begin?” Eddie eagerly suggested.
“Relax, kiddo. We’re just waiting for one more person,” Freddie said.
“Who else is coming?” Eddie asked, suddenly alarmed.
At that moment, the sound of expensive designer heels making soft clicks against
marble could be heard in the corridor outside, and the receptionist opened the conference
room doors. “This way, ma’am.”
Jacqueline Ling breezed into the room in a deep purple wrap dress, her Res Rei
sunglasses still on and a Mitford blue Yves Saint Laurent couture overcoat flung across
her shoulders. “So sorry to keep you all waiting! Would you believe my driver took me to
the wrong place? He thought we were going to the Singapore Land Tower for some
reason.”
“No need to apologize. It’s just a few minutes past ten, so you’re fashionably late,
haha,” Freddie joked.
Jacqueline took a seat next to Nick, who leaned over and gave her a friendly peck on the
cheek. Freddie looked around at the anxiously assembled group and decided it was time
to put them out of their misery. “Well, we all know why we’re here, so let’s get on with it.”
Eleanor smiled pensively, while Philip leaned back in his chair. Alfred peered down at
the sumptuously lacquered wood grain, wondering whether the table had been made by
David Linley. Nick winked at Astrid seated across from him, and Astrid smiled back.
Freddie pressed a button on the telephone next to him. “Tuan, you can bring it in now.”
An assistant, nattily dressed in a red sweater vest and striped tie, entered the room,
ceremoniously holding an oversize parchment envelope folder. The assistant placed the
folder on the table next to Freddie, and then handed him a horn-handled letter opener.
Everyone could see Su Yi’s personal wax seal on the envelope flap. Freddie took the letter
opener and dramatically flicked the blade underneath the bloodred wax. Eddie inhaled
audibly.
Freddie carefully slid out a legal-size document from the envelope, held it up to the
room so everyone could clearly see what it was, and then he began to read: