The door opened. My attorney, Rebecca. Confidence in every step.
Faces changed. Fear. Shock. Anger. They didn’t expect this.
Rebecca laid out the will. Legal proof. My inheritance. Untouchable.
“This is coercion,” she warned. Their plan crumbled.
Silence. Tension. Power shifted.
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