Leonel
I wasn't looking forward to my meeting with the family's probate lawyer because I couldn't understand why this case kept dragging on and on.
Gary Sanders was a talkative, but intelligent estate planning specialist who had been involved in my family's affairs for over twenty years and worked diligently for us.
I heard him chit-chatting with my mom from the elevator and took a deep breath, got out of the elevator, and straightened my tie.
The mere thought of sitting in the same room as Lenny was not pleasant at all.
My family members were already seated in the conference room, around a large mahogany table. Mom and Lenny were seated on the left, while Leana and the lawyer were on the right.
Lenny tensed up the minute I walked in, glaring at me as though I had stolen his candy.
