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FEBRUARY 2, 2014
"What is it?"
Hugo Friis stood in John Fredly's office and looked at his boss with a questioning expression.
John smiled. His dark blue eyes shone with self-confidence. Each and every centimeter of wall surface was covered with book shelves and made the office look small. Hugo always felt trapped in there.
"I'd just like to inform you that I've made some changes to my will. I'm almost forty years old, and after I moved here, I realized that there are things from my earlier life I regret," said John.
"Like what?" asked Hugo.
"Like the fact that I haven't included the people who are nearest and dearest to me in my life in my will," answered John.
"Okay," said Hugo.
"Don't look at me that way! You're, of course, still among them, and therefore you'll be inheriting
