During Family Brunch, Sister Got The Keys—I Got The Property Empire

Описание: The mimosas were flowing at the country club brunch, and my sister Sarah was practically glowing as Dad slid the keyring across the white tablecloth. The keys to the Oceanview beach house—three bedrooms, direct beach access, million-dollar views. Our family's pride and joy for two generations.
"Congratulations, sweetheart," Mom said, dabbing her eyes. "You've worked so hard for that MBA. You deserve this."
Sarah picked up the keys like they were made of gold. "I can't believe it. The beach house. All mine."
"Well, technically it'll still be in the family trust," Dad clarified. "But you'll have full use of it. Exclusive rights. We're transferring primary occupancy to you."
My younger brother Chris raised his coffee cup. "To Sarah! And her fancy new business degree and her fancy new beach house!"
Everyone at the table cheered. Aunts, uncles, cousins—all gathered to celebrate Sarah's graduation and her spectacular gift. I lifted my water glass politely and took a small sip.
"What about you, Natalie?" Aunt Diane asked, turning to me. "What did you get when you graduated?"
The table went quiet for a moment.
"A nice dinner," Mom said quickly. "And we were very proud."
That was seven years ago. I'd graduated from state school with a finance degree, no fanfare, no beach house. Just a dinner at Olive Garden and a card with $500 inside. Meanwhile, Sarah had gotten her MBA from a prestigious private university—funded entirely by our parents—and was now getting a multimillion-dollar property.
"It's different situations," Dad explained, his tone suggesting this topic was settled. "Sarah's going into the family business. She'll need a place to entertain clients, host networking events. The beach house is a strategic asset for her career development."
"Plus," Sarah added, already scrolling through Pinterest on her phone, "I'm thinking of the renovation potential. Updated kitchen, maybe expand the deck, definitely new furniture. I want to host my first client dinner party by next month."
"Whatever you need, honey," Mom said. "We've set aside a renovation budget. The house should reflect your taste."
I checked my phone under the table. 11:47 AM. Thirteen minutes until the trust activated. Thirteen minutes until everything changed.
My phone had been buzzing all morning with notifications from my attorney, my financial advisor, and the trust administrator. Everything was proceeding on schedule. Years of careful planning were about to pay off in a way my family couldn't begin to imagine.
"Natalie, you look distracted," Sarah said, her voice carrying that edge of superiority she'd perfected over the years. "I know this might be hard for you, seeing me get something so nice. But you have to understand, I worked really hard for my degree. Not everyone puts in that kind of effort."
I'd worked full-time while getting my degree, graduated summa cum laude, and built a career in investment management that had made me extremely comfortable. But Sarah had gone to school full-time on our parents' dime, gotten mediocre grades, and now had a junior position at Dad's real estate development company—a job she'd been handed, not earned.
"I'm happy for you," I said, meaning it. Let her have the beach house. In thirteen minutes, she'd understand just how happy I really was.
"We should talk about the moving party," Mom said, pulling out her planner. "I'm thinking next Saturday. We can all help Sarah move her things in, maybe have a barbecue on the beach."
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