It all started a week ago.

A letter came from New York to tell you that your late father, a man you never met (as your mother raised you alone in an apartment above her clothes shop) was Liam Peterson, a famous actor.

In his will, he left equal shares of his fortune to you and his daughter Sabrina, your half-sister.

"Are you ready to go?" asked Kerry, Liam's old PA who was now ushering you into a car. It was time for you to go to the airport.