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My story (Ashford Castle) is a fiction story. Its about a man the has a lame job but has a multibillionair great uncle. The uncle dies and he leaves his whole estate to him. He goes and to the home of his uncle and loves being rich, until he finds out his great uncle is the biggest drug dealer in the world!

Ashford Castle                 By: Evgeny Konev

One morning, I was awoken by a phone call at my apartment. I barely had the strength to get up and walk to the phone. I slowly said, “Hello.”

A chipper voice on the other side of the line said. “Hello, Sir, my name is Maurice, I am calling on behalf of Sir Arthur James.”

“Yes, I’ve heard of him. Isn’t he the dude that owns a big castle in Ireland?”

“That is correct; before he passed away, he left his whole billion dollar estate to you,” Replied Maurice.

I was really confused so I said. “Um, great talking to you, thanks for the wake up, so good bye!”

“Wait! Wait! Your mom’s name is Jill and she was married to Jack,” Maurice quickly shouted.

“How do you know that?” I asked.

“Well, Jill is Sir Arthur’s niece and that’s how you are related to him.”

“So, let me get this straight,” I asked confused even more, “I am the last person of the James blood line?”

“Yes you are,” replied Maurice.

I was eager to find what this was all about, so I quickly packed some bags. Maurice sent a jet to Los Angeles Airport to pick me up. When I got to the airport, the plane was already there waiting for me. I meet the captain, who turned out to be Maurice.

“What would you like to drink?” asked Maurice.

“What do you guys have?”

Maurice left and brought me a menu just for drinks I was amazed at the variety they had, but I picked water because I didn’t want to trouble them. The plane started to move, and in a couple minutes, it was soaring through the air. Our flight was pleasant because we stopped in New York City for a couple of hours. I went to Liberty Island and climbed the Statue of Liberty all the way to the torch.

Our next stop was our destination. We landed at the Ashford Castle Airport and parked in a hanger/garage. When I got out of the plane, I saw fifteen different cars and limos parked next to the jet. I was astonished at what my great uncle owned.

“Which car do you want take to the castle?” asked Maurice. I already knew which exotic car I wanted to drive because fourteen hours ago I was dreaming about driving it. I looked straight at the Chrysler. I pointed to it and Maurice threw me the keys to it. I was ecstatic. I opened the scissor doors and got in. The seats were very comfortable. When I turned the key, the engine roared.

We drove up to Ashford Castle; I was astonished at the view, because it was beautiful. We pulled up to the door. The castle looked so big and tall. A servant walked up to the car and opened it. I walked to the front door and two maids opened it for me and they said “Welcome sir.”

“Thank you,” I said and then a man in a tie walked up to me.

“Hello, I’m Arthur’s lawyer and here is his will.” We walked to the living room and sat on the big couches, made with real sheep skin. “In his will, Arthur gave his whole estate to you. The cancer took him before he could meet you. Now that you are here, you can run his business.”

“What kind of business?” I asked.

“That’s need to know information.” A deep voice said behind me. I quickly turned around and a six foot eight, black dude was standing behind me.

“Ok,” I said.

“Sign here and the company, house, and cars will be all yours,” said the bald lawyer. I’ve always wanted to own my own company, so I signed it. “Congratulations, you are now the proud owner of Art Industries.”

“Thanks,” I said. I felt proud and cool because I owned a huge company and I just drove my dream car. The maid told me to follow her to my room. My room was twice the size of my apartment in LA.

The next morning I woke up at eleven, for some odd reason. I got dressed and went outside and there were a couple of trucks getting packed with crates from the basement door.

“I wonder what’s there,” I thought. So I started to walk there.

My big bodyguard stopped me and said. “The basement is off limits to you.”

“Say what! What the heck is going on here? I own this mansion; I have a right to know what goes on in it.” I said, confused.

“Your uncle is the biggest drug dealer in the whole world and now you are the biggest one.” Said the bodyguard.

“What goes on in the basement?” I asked.

“Arthur built the basement to grow and make drugs down there. There are twenty labs, big rooms, and a lot of chemists working.”

“What if I want to stop this business? This is very wrong and against the law,” I stuttered because the bodyguard didn’t look happy.

“No one can stop this business, because Arthur spent his whole live creating it and he would not approve of it being shut down,” said the bodyguard with a deep voice.

“What if I don’t want to be a part of it? Can I leave?” I asked.

“Nobody walks away from this business. They’ll kill you before thinking about letting you leave!” Said the body guard. Man, I was regretting stepping on that plane. I had to come up with a plan to get out of here, but my bodyguard was with me almost 24/7.

One dark evening around eleven I was alone walking around and I decided to go to the basement to see exactly what was going on. I walked up to the door and opened it and was amazed at what I saw. Rows and rows of plants were growing that looked like marijuana or something. A little further, there were rooms covered with glass. There were people in there, mixing chemicals.

I could not have this happening under my castle so I went to a big cabinet by the wall and found lighter fluid and other flammable liquids. I grabbed as much as I could and started to pour the chemicals on the plants, tables, and on anything I could find. I looked around and saw nobody, so I lit a match and threw it on the leaves. It instantly became a huge fire and spread fast.

I ran back all the way to the house and got in to my room. A couple minutes later a fire alarm rang and everyone ran outside. The basement fire had spread to the castle. Ten minutes later, the police and the fire station arrived and tried to put the house out but it was too late. I was relieved because no one was hurt and I had destroyed all the drugs.

The lawyer came to my hotel room that I rented for a couple days, and said that since that castle was in my name, the insurance company is going to pay me for the damages the fire had done. I was going to receive a check. I had nothing to do here so I went back to Los Angeles.

I went back to work and got an ear full from my boss because of my absence. I didn’t like to get yelled at so I quit and called him fat, bald, and old, the qualities my teachers had. I got home and the mail was delivered. I started to look through it and all I saw was junk until the last envelope. The last envelope was from the England Insurance Agency. I opened it and could not believe what I was seeing.