The tension in the air was palpable as they hesitated, confused by my unexpected confidence. Their smug expressions wavered, curiosity momentarily breaking through their bravado. As they stepped into the house, the door of the black sedan opened, and out stepped a tall figure in a crisp, dark suit. It was my attorney, Mr. Reed, a formidable expert in estate law who had been meticulously working behind the scenes on my behalf.
“Good morning, everyone,” Mr. Reed greeted them with a genial nod, yet there was an unmistakable edge to his voice. He carried a briefcase, much like Julia’s lawyer, but the weight of his presence was palpably different. “I’m Mr. Reed, Clare’s legal counsel.”
My family’s expressions shifted from confusion to wariness. Julia’s lawyer, who had been flipping through his own paperwork, paused and looked up, his eyes narrowing. “And what business do you have here, Mr. Reed?”
Mr. Reed smiled slightly, his calm demeanor never wavering. “The business of ensuring that my client’s rights are fully protected and that any attempts at coercion or fraud are thoroughly addressed.”
“You have no grounds to question our claims!” Julia’s lawyer objected, his voice rising defensively. “Everything has been processed legally.”
“Is that so?” Mr. Reed replied, raising an eyebrow. “Because I have here,” he continued, opening his briefcase and removing a neatly organized folder, “a complete audit trail of the estate, clearly demonstrating that there were no outstanding debts at the time of the inheritance. Additionally, I have affidavits from the original estate attorney and financial advisers confirming the same.”
Julia’s lawyer paled slightly, flipping through his own papers more frantically now, realizing he might have been outmaneuvered.
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