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    I was just getting up after a three hour round with one of Reed’s history assignments , when my need for tea dragged me downstairs. I had just clicked on the kettle when I heard the knock at the door. I was alone, which was unusual these days and I didn’t like being without Ella in the house. Libby and Frank had gone to Frank’s parents to stay the night, so that the rest of his family got a look in with the babe. Of course, they had invited me, but having the amount of work I had to finish, I knew I couldn’t say yes.
    So now I was answering the door to a suit who drove a silver Mercedes.
    “Can I help you?” I asked cautiously knowing, one, I had never seen this dude before and two, I was in the house alone.
    “Miss Williams?” This instantly put me on guard considering very few people actually knew my real last name. I knew, now that Morgan had died, that there was little point still keeping up the charade, but it just never came up to the point of changing it. And besides, most people still thought that Morgan was still out there somewhere, so it was just easier letting them carry on believing the crazy bastard had probably killed himself and at some point the authorities would be discovering a body. Well, even if they did start searching the bottom of a ravine that was extremely difficult to get to, by that time I doubted there would be much left to discover or so Draven had told me, I thought with a shiver.
    “Yes .” I finally answered, coming back from darker pasts.
    “I have much to discuss, may I come in?” I a rched my eyebrow in question before I asked,
    “And y ou are?” His answer blew me away.
    “I am Mr Jenkins, Mr Draven’s attorney .”
    I soon found myself sat opposite a softly spoken English man, dressed in an impeccable crisp navy suit, white shirt and startling red tie. He was handsome in an unconventional way, with sharp features and soft blue eyes. He must have been in his late forties and took his tea with lemon instead of milk. I decided , when he told me this, to give him the posh stuff we had gathering dust at the back of the cupboard.
    “So Mr Jenkins, is it too soon to ask what you are doing here?” I said after he had just taken the tea and smiled at me.
    “Ah, direct and to the point… A much preferred personality trait in my line of business.” He said nodding after he took a sip of the tea. I gathered I was on to a winner with the posh stuff.
    “Which is?” I prompted.
    “Well, unfortunately right now, dealing with Mr Draven’s Estate.” He said placing the cup down and lifting his briefcase. The word ‘Estate’ had me slopping my own tea on my jeans. I closed my eyes for a few painful seconds to try and barricade the torrent of emotions that singular word brought me.
    “And why does that include me ?” I forced the words out, still keeping my eyes shut.
    “And why wouldn’t it? After all , the information I had from the man himself suggests you weren’t far from being his bride. Of course, as you no doubt know, he was a man who liked to take care of his business in all aspects.” I shook my head at hearing this and rubbed a spot on my forehead as I processed his words.
    “I am…was… his girlfriend , not a business deal. I think I know why you are here and I don’t mean to be rude, but I think you will find it has been a wasted trip.”
    “How so , Miss Williams?” He asked me, being genuinely shocked.
    “Well knowing Draven as I do…did…” I swallowed hard at the slip ups I kept making and carried on,
    “….you are no doubt here to give me some ridiculous amount of money he left me, or something even crazier like a car, house… Christ, I don’t know, maybe even a horse, but I am telling you now, I don’t want any of it!” I said getting up making him do the same. However, he didn’t take the hint and instead of following me to the door, he just stayed where he was and started laughing. The look I sent him was deadly.
    “Sorry, I