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Standing in the hallway was Martha, looking regal despite her fatigue, her cane planted firmly on the threshold like a scepter. Flanking her were two uniformed police officers, their expressions grim. And beside them stood Mr. Henderson, the family attorney, holding a thick leather briefcase. A locksmith was already stepping aside, packing his drill into a tool belt.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is this?\u201d Kevin shouted, his face turning a deep, blotchy red. \u201cYou\u2019re trespassing! Get out! This is my house! Dad left it to me!\u201d<\/p>\n

He pointed a shaking finger at the police officers. \u201cOfficers, remove this woman! She doesn\u2019t live here anymore! This is harassment!\u201d<\/p>\n

Mr. Henderson stepped forward. He was a tall man with gray hair and eyes that had seen every variety of human greed over forty years of practice. He looked at Kevin with the same expression one might look at a stubborn stain on a rug.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Kevin,\u201d the lawyer said, his voice calm and projecting effortlessly over Kevin\u2019s shouting. \u201cI suggest you lower your voice. You are currently disturbing the peace in a private residence.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy residence!\u201d Kevin yelled, stepping into Henderson\u2019s face. \u201cMy father\u2019s house! I am the heir!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Mr. Henderson said simply. He walked past Kevin to the dining table, ignoring Jessica who was shrinking back against the wall, and placed the briefcase down with a heavy thud. The sound silenced the room.<\/p>\n

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