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Confessing she was afraid of Nick, Megan pleaded with me to accompany her to Attorney Christopher Nolan’s office for the reading of Sasha’s will. The office was located in an aging, mid-level building, in downtown Seattle. I could tell Megan expected glitz and was unimpressed by the cookie-cutter, masculine room with dark paneling, forest green carpeting, and a law library. She flashed Nick a look of contempt, put two chairs between them, and had me sit on her right side to screen her from him. The walnut desk smelled of lemon oil and tobacco smoke.
“Just the two of us?” Megan asked, referring to the beneficiaries.
“Just the two of you...,” Nolan said from behind his desk, his chin wattles quivering. His round, ruddy, fleshy face perpetually shone with surprise due to his bushy eyebr
