This choice: ...your Uncle's lawyer regarding the matter of your inheritance. • Go Back... You feel a tap on your shoulder, and turn to see one of the lawyer's pretty assistants.
"There's a codicil to your uncle's will." she tells you.
Spotting your blank look she continues, "A Codicil, is like an appendix. He didn't want his inheritance to be wasted on distant relatives, both emotionally and physically."
You curse his judgement, from beyond the grave that you don't deserve any real inheritance. The 10k is as was intended an insult. The fucking money will probably go to feeding cats, or some other damned useless cause.
"So there's more information, for those who actually turned up for his funeral...."
It takes your brain a moment to realise, the girl is still talking to you.
"... So if you'll come with me."
She gestures towards a small side room. The door is slightly open, and you see another one of your cousins through the gap.
"You'll have to forgive his sense of fun." she said with a shrug. Politely you follow her through the crowd, although your eyes remain on her pert arse, in that tight pin-striped skirt. You can make out the line of her underwear as she walks. Guilty feelings building as you worry about getting an erection at a funeral.
"Ah, Joe." The lawyer nods, and points you towards an empty seat, as his assistant closes the door behind you, and stands in front of it. It looks like she's standing guard, either to stop any of you from leaving, or anyone else from entering. You aren't sure.
Looking around the faces in the room, you can see the sadness on everyone's face. But not far beneath that, you see the same resentment you feel yourself. You guess everyone here feels hard done by from their inheritance.
There's about ten or twelve of you, all cousins, you think.
"I was in charge of Lionel's affairs, and have to divide up the remaining assets." There's a weariness to his voice, that tells of long exposure to an eccentric rich man who had every indulgence.
"You have all received your share, as set out in Lionel's will." He sweeps his arm around the room encompassing everyone.
"However, he felt modern life made people too tame."
"For his taste." you mutter under your breath.
"He has a proposal for the more daring of his relatives. A chance to expand your share. But it comes with conditions."
There's a sigh, and you see Bill raise a hand.
"What did the old coot want?" he growls to the lawyer.
Stiffly he answered, "I can't tell you, unless you sign up."
Nodding towards his assistant, she stands to the side to open the door for Bill to leave.
"This is bullshit. You can't kick me out." he growled. Your cousin almost comically grabbing his chair.
"No. This isn't bullshit, and you're not being kicked out. But you are free to leave if you wish. You might consider it..-mmm- a challenge."
The only noise in the room seeps in from next door, as everyone watched Bill intently. Everyone making the same calculation. Lionel was phenomenally rich, and going from ten thousand to ... well ... potentially millions wasn't to be dismissed.
Reluctantly, petulantly, Bill shook his head, he wasn't leaving, "He was still an old coot." he grumbled.
Pragmatically, your life is ticking over. Nothing outrageous happening, nor likely to in the near future. You're startled by the sound of a voice, 'I'll sign up." Even more so when you realise it was yourself talking. You feel every eye on you as, you walk over to sign the contract blind.
"We have our first Willing participant." The lawyer announces on verifying your signature. It can't be that bad, you tell yourself as you walk back to your chair.
Bill rests on the edge of his chair, ready to sign. Looking around the room, you see your other cousins perform the same calculation.
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