"Kathleen, where are my envelopes? I told you to stop moving things around when you're at my desk!" Todd said.

"They are in the drawer to your left," I replied from the kitchen.

"Don't take them off the desk again!"

The baby-blue envelopes that always stayed on his desk were my final downfall. I saw them from the corner of my eye everyday while I worked from home at his desk. I stared at the letter and slowly crumpled it. 

I got off the floor and headed to the 'office', a tiny corner between our master bedroom and the bathroom. I was the one who'd suggested we make an office out of it since the apartment seemed to be irregularly shaped.

"No!" I gasped and my chest tightened. A tower of boxes sat on the mahogany desk and some of it spilled to the floor behind the bathroom door. They were carefully labelled by Eileen, Todd's assistant. I could pick out her flowery penmanship from miles away. What stood out most were the hearts she used to dot her i's.

Without thinking, I reached for my cellphone and dialed her number. Her 'emergency' number as directed by Todd in case I needed to reach him at work. After two rings, she picked up and I erupted.

"You had no right whatsoever to come into our apartment and pack his stuff!" I yelled.

"Kathle-" She tried to say but I was angry. I was mad. I was insulted that Todd picked her. He picked her of all people to go through his things.

"No! You listen to me, no one is coming in freaking two days to take his stuff away! Do you hear me?"

"Kathleen, it's no longer your choice," she shot back. "And the boxes will be burnt as he instructed!"

"If anyone steps foot in my apartment, I am calling the police!" I replied. "You have no right! None!"

"It's in his Will Kat, you cannot change that," Eileen said calmly but harshly. 

I hated it when she called me Kat. This always led to Todd calling me KitKat when I was at his office and they'd have a laugh.

"Listen to me good Eileen, if anyone walks through my doors, Will or not, I will rain down on them with the wrath of the gods. Have a fucktastic day." And I ended the call.

Even with all the packed boxes, his stupid blue envelopes remained on the desk, next to the study light. I grabbed them, tossed and slammed the last drawer shut.