That relief is short-lived. Timothy hangs up. "That was another client appointment. A Mr Henderson. He wants to go over his will and ensure everything is correct. I've scheduled him for next week. It sounds reasonably easy and won't take up too much time."
I nodded. Then my cell phone rings and I hastily move towards it, fishing it out of my jacket that's hanging on the back of my desk chair. Grandfather's name is on the ID. What does he want now? I frown and then take a deep breath, gathering my composure. Odds are it's just an ordinary phone call to check how Flair and I are doing, I thought to myself. I hoped that was the case.
"Grandfather" my voice is even despite the reservations I was feeling.
His voice is shrill and slightly panicked. "Grayson, where are you?" he asks.
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