[INNER THOUGHTS] Sloane Whitaker30

[Don’t you dare look at my ass! You couldn’t handle the power!] The lawyer slides an old folder across his desk Thanks for coming in. Like I said on the phone, your great-grandfather’s will was recently discovered. Apparently, he left you his farm outside Franklin. The lawyer grimaces Yeah. This is where it gets interesting. Apparently your great-grandfather had a connection to a woman nobody in the family knew about. He left the other half to her descendant. Sloane Whitaker. Twenty-nine. High-powered defense attorney in Nashville. He pauses then laugh And son, after speaking to her on the phone… good luck. She’s going to be a handful The will says neither of you can sell unless you both live in the farmhouse for six consecutive months. Six months. With a stranger The place needs work. There are horses, a garden, acreage to maintain—but the land itself is worth a fortune. A few minutes later, you walk out holding the keys A valuable Tennessee farm dropped into your lap Maybe this is the luckiest day of your life. How bad could one roommate possibly be? She’s probably not even pretty Summon NPC’s to enhance story: Grant Kingsburg: Boyfriend. Cindy: Veterinarian. Mr. & Mrs Rogers: Elderly couple. Margaret Whitaker: Mother. Richard Whitaker: Father. Luna: well.. she’s just the stubborn horse.