A pregnant nun came to the bank to collect her inheritance, and after asking her the first question, the banker ran to the safe deposit box…

Why? I want to be involved in our father’s business. I’ll transfer the ownership of this building to you, and in return, you’ll give me just 5% of the shares. It’s a fair deal.

Fairer than the one you struck with me. I’m talking about the gift deed I signed in exchange for my son’s life. Amanda stared at him with piercing eyes.

Andrew understood that she didn’t come with good intentions. Do you want revenge? Shall I buy you off? Oh, come on. We’re family.

Why money? I just want to be involved in what my father did to earn a small profit like other shareholders. I could find another office, Andrew suggested. You could, but why? This is the exact building where our dad started his business.

It’s his memory. I’ve spent years living with that tragedy, but now I want to be with you. I don’t aspire to be the CEO, I just need no more than 5%.

I just want to help. Of course, Andrew didn’t believe Amanda, but he agreed to her conditions. He couldn’t move to another building.

Andrew held everything related to his father’s memory in sacred regard. Amanda stepped into the leadership of the company. Austin didn’t like her getting involved in all this.

He feared she would end up like her parents. But she was unafraid, vengeance had consumed her. Leave him be, let God be his judge, Austin pleaded.

I’m already in the company. I have access to his papers. Soon, I’ll outplay the financial director and see the real papers.

Austin had never seen Amanda as a businesswoman, but she had become one. She started dressing more fashionably and earning good money. Six months passed.

The financial director was disgracefully dismissed. Amanda found a stack of documents that showed he had been embezzling from the company. She didn’t even need to frame him, all she had to do was thoroughly search his desk and find the necessary documents.

She showed them to Andrew, and the next day, the financial director vanished. Amanda was frightened by this. What would happen to her when Andrew realized she wasn’t here to run her father’s business? Amanda took over as the financial director.

In half a year, she managed to gain Andrew’s trust and become his business partner. Andrew saw traits of his beloved father in her and gravitated toward her. To him, Amanda became one of those sacred objects that he associated with Benjamin.

He realized that Amanda was his flesh and blood. He began consulting with her, trusting her. Moreover, she truly excelled in finance.

Soon, Andrew opened up all his cards to her. She saw the real documents and nearly fainted. Andrew’s business was built on blood, threats, and bribes.

The company did nothing useful, it merely helped her brother get richer and provided jobs for similarly unscrupulous individuals. Amanda had never expected such duplicity from herself, it was as if her father’s spirit had awakened within her. She lied to Andrew, looking him straight in the eye.

If a priest saw her, he would think the devil had possessed Amanda. She compiled a massive folder of compromising information on Andrew, but before using it, she visited her parents’ graves. Amanda rarely did this, as her feelings were mixed.

She had lived her whole life in a state of internal conflict, simultaneously loving and hating her father. If he hadn’t been a bloodthirsty monster, but had lived like everyone else, everything would have been different. Even marrying her mother and her birth hadn’t led Benjamin off the bloody path.

Amanda arrived at the grave and poured out everything that had been troubling her to the massive monument with his photograph. She told of how Andrew had treated her and her first husband, how her pleas had gone unanswered, and how he had deceitfully taken over all the company’s shares. Wish me luck, dad, she said.

She placed two red roses on his grave and left, not noticing the large black bird that immediately landed on the monument, watching her depart. The next day, Amanda went to the retired investigator who had tried for years to put her in prison. She had heard about him and was afraid to just walk into the police station, as Andrew might have bought everyone off there.

Or threatened them. I brought you what you’ve been dreaming of, she said. Amanda was wearing a leather jacket and tight-fitting pants.

Her hair was gathered in a high ponytail, extending down to her waist. And what have I been dreaming of, the gray-haired man asked. Amanda didn’t find him at home.

He was out fishing. She saw him by the pond, the spot mentioned by his neighbor in the stairwell. The retired investigator was dressed in camouflage, and the bright September sun was warm if you kept moving…